The
338 training squadron still resides in original quarters and there were
3 spirits in the female wings alone. One was an angry man of about 27
or 28 who didn't know why females where there and wanted them all out
of "him air force". This was an uncomfortable presence that would just
sit three or four yards (sometimes halfway up the stairs while you were
guarding the entrance) and concentrate loathing on you, also he would
mess with the tuning on your radio. Also there was a boy named Jeremy
who was 18. He was a sweet kid who would check on everyone in the
evenings and make sure everyone was alright. He also would play pranks
like opening windows at night and dropping things inside locked wall
lockers when you are across the room. One soldier learned he missed his
mother, he went through the school in 1967 and although he knew he had
died of shrapnel wounds, he would often worry about going to 'Name
"tomorrow". Jeremy, for the record was very polite in that if you were
studying with your door closed he would continue down the hall. He
seems to need the encouragement of an open door for an invite to
interrupt any study hall sessions.
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