A Real War Story

I joined the Navy in 1943, and that's when the drinking started. Right after boot camp, I was sent to a service school and was allowed liberty. The Navy still had hammocks then, and after a night of learning to drink beer, it was very difficult to stay in the hammock. After service school, I reported to an LST and participated in the invasion of France, and after the invasion was sent back to Omaha Beach. There wasn't any drinking on the beach except for the bottle of scotch I had taken with me prior to the invasion.