Mother Russia Versus Disneyland

Basic training was no joke for my daughter Her troop was under the jurisdiction of Mother Russia. Mother Russia, their drill sergeant was five foot four. My daughter is five foot ten. She could not stop smiling. He did not appreciate her height. Not highly successful; it was like Tweety Bird dressing down Sylvester. I sent her seventeen Elvis postcards; fifteen landed on the same day. Mother Russia’s policy was if you get more than two pieces of mail you must sing a song in front of the troop. She was supposed to sing an Elvis song but she did not know any. The whole troop had to sing one and coax her along. It did not help that the troop next door was carousing most of the time. They were being referred to as “Disneyland”.