In 1980 I went to Navy Recruit Training in Orlando. Boarded a flight in Portland, OR, when it was 50 degrees and raining; a typical spring day in the Pacific Northwest. Dragged myself off the flight in Orlando, Florida, where it was 95 degrees with 98% humidity.
I didn’t leave Orlando until late July. The weather was miserable the whole time - the base ran out of toilet paper and the air conditioning failed. The cockroaches were as big as small dogs. The only place worse was San Angelo, Texas, two years in the future. But my next training station would be the lovely Presidio of Monterrey; a place I still visit in my dreams.
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LOL, I am so “there” with your description!!! hahahahaha