3706th here. Honor Flight 409 March of '87. "Get off my chrome, dirtbag".
What a coincidence! That was also my flight #, and we were also a honor flight. I had a lot of fun in basic. I was the oldest guy in the flight. The TIs spent more "quality" time with the younger, less mature guys and left me pretty much alone. For instance I had an old Case XX pocket knife when I got there. The TI picked it up off the bunk looked at it and gave it back with instructions to keep it locked up in my security drawer.
I was also the only southern country boy in a flight with a bunch of guys from Boston, New Jersey and New York. Most of those guys had never held any weapon besides maybe a Saturday night special. I'll never forget live fire. Ready on the left flank, ready on the right flank, CEASE FIRE! BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. (HINT: it wasn't me.) Those firing range instructors have NO sense of humor!