[truthkeeper]

I know what you mean. My late father, a WWII veteran, used to tell the story of being in boot camp and hearing a certain guy constantly whispering (after lights out) "Oh, Jimmy...don't, Jimmy, don't!"

Apparently some of the other guys were hearing it too, because one night a buddy of his, in a stage whisper, came up with "Oh, Robert...DON'T, Robert, DON'T." (Coincidentally, the "Jimmy" whispering stopped after that night.)

Since I was just a kid when I heard the story, I forgot to ask what ended up happening to the two gay blades, so I can't report on that outcome...sorry.

[dforest]

LOL. My uh...ex hubby used to tell me about the gay ones when he was in boot camp at Fort Knox. Me and my girlfriend used to visit or husbands on weekends in our hotpants. One night we goofy broads accidently drove onto the firing range and the MPs escorted us out. Okay, I was only 19. LOL

My hubby said the gay ones never commented.

They were there, but they were whispered about. They weren’t as blatant as Jamie Farr was on Mash.

Maybe they were just guys wanting out?

Can’t blame them since they were being sent as cannon fodder..eh?