In May 1952, I spent my first night in the Army at Camp Kilmer, New Jersey, along with a host of other young New Yorkers. Since this was the first night away from home for many of us. we all were chatting trying to feel comfortable with each other.
We had a "seasoned" Corporal in charge of the group and he made it plain from the start that we were to "behave and obey and there would be no problems".
As the evening went on, it was "lights out, bedtime" but guys were telling jokes and getting louder, prompting the Corporal to caution us more than once. if we didn’t listen, he'd have us out on the parade grounds marching in our underwear & combat boots.
After his admonition, it became deathly quiet for about five minutes. then a voice said "its okay honey, you can come out of my duffle bag now."
This was greeted by howls of laughter, and soon after we were all marching in our underwear & combat boots, still laughing our heads off.
It wasn’t so funny at five AM next morning when we had to wake up!

Pete Kellerman, Hicksville, N.Y.