During the years of my medical training in the 1960’s the United States was involved in very serious foreign engagements which could have escalated into global nuclear conflicts. The Cuban Missile Crisis occurred in 1962 when I was a sophomore in medical school, and for thirteen days the nation was on the brink of all-out war with Russia. We had advisory troops already in Viet Nam and the situation there escalated into a full military engagement before the end of that decade. The consequences those engagements had on the medical profession was all able-bodied doctors just out of training were subject to drafting into active military duty. It was much better for us to enlist in the military and complete our service requirement early on rather than begin a medical practice and wait to be drafted.
I enlisted in the US Air Force in 1960 when I was a freshman student in medical school with the understanding I would go on active duty when my medical training was completed. I was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant, and the further I progressed in training the Air Force promoted me in rank. At the completion of surgical training I had been promoted to Captain, and when I finally received my orders to serve in 1969, I was promoted to the rank of Major.
The promotions were made quickly in the medical corps so the salaries offered by the military would be somewhat comparable to a physician entering private practice with that level of training. The photo above was taken during my week of orientation upon reporting for active duty. The serious and almost sinister look on my face should have been enough to scare all enemies of the state to surrender unconditionally! Perhaps through a military error the Vietnamese never saw this particular photograph.
My initial military experience began at Sheppard Air Force Base in Wichita Falls, Texas where I began a temporary assignment of three weeks training at the Medical Services School. Cathy was unable to accompany me, because she was four months pregnant with our second child Mary Kay. She spent the three weeks with her family in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. There were three hundred other doctors in my class, and the majority of them had no military experience. I had two years of ROTC in college, so at least I knew how to put the insignias on the uniform and knew the proper protocol for saluting a superior officer and returning the salute of a soldier with inferior rank.
Our training consisted of mostly classroom lectures on military history, military protocol and our particular medical responsibilities both in the US and in the war zone. Every morning before classes we were taken to a practice ground and taught how to align and take marching orders. We practiced marching for at least an hour each day. My ROTC experience was most valuable for this part of our training. These 3 weeks were during the month of August, and the Texas sun made for a very hot hour of marching even though we began at 8 AM. The culmination of all of this training on the practice grounds was to occur on our last day there. There was to be a grand march around the formal base parade grounds past an official reviewing stand of high-ranking officers of the base.
The parade and review was to begin at 9 AM, and we were ordered to gather at 8:45 in order to get properly aligned and prepared. We were to align behind the official marching band of the base, which consisted of approximately one hundred band members. It was going to be an impressive show for the dignitaries of the base watching the band of one hundred followed by three hundred marching doctors! The commander for our marching group was selected not for his marching skills, but because he was the tallest doctor among the Majors. There were approximately seventy-five Majors and the remainder were Captains. There was one Major taller than I, and I was greatly relieved he was one inch taller. He had no experience in commanding marching men except for one practice run the previous day.
Our commander was told when the band struck up their marching tune he was to give the order “Forward march,” and we were to follow the band around the parade ground and past the reviewing stand. Sounded pretty simple and straight-forward. The officers present on the reviewing stand included the Wing Commander who was a Brigadier General, the Base Commander who was a Colonel and a group of at least 4 other officers who were either Colonels or Lieutenant Colonels. They all seemed proud this was the largest class of physicians to graduate from the Medical Services School at Sheppard AFB.
The program began promptly at 9 AM with the raising of the flag in the center of the field and playing the National Anthem while we all saluted. That was enough to make this a memorable service. But the best was yet to come! A Master Sergeant who had been assisting us with our marching training alerted our commander to “remember to follow the band.” With his eyes on his troops and listening to the band’s prompt, he waited for the music to begin. What he was not aware because he was not watching the band was the band had an introductory phrase to their marching tune and at the end of that phrase, the band was to begin marching. When our commander heard that introductory phrase he loudly gave the order to the medical corps, “Forward March!” With this order, approximately one half of the marching doctors marched right up into the midst of the band who had not yet moved. I was in the one half of the group within the band, so I saw what took place next. The trombone player’s slide caught the hat of the man ahead of me and knocked it off spinning between the legs of the band members. The astonished trombonist stopped playing while the hat-less doctor scrambled between legs to retrieve his hat which was rolling by this time. The band stopped playing and our commander screamed, “Stop,” thus losing all sense of military protocol. The commander then gave the order, “About face,” at the urging of the Master Sergeant. I was well-aware of the principle when an order is given, it is to be obeyed whether it is the correct order or not. I am convinced the right thing was for the band to begin marching forward to untangle this mess. Approximately one half the doctors thought the same, and they didn’t move when the about-face order was given, but the other half obeyed the order. Now there is a situation where about one hundred doctors are facing each other. The commander tried again and gave the order, “About Face,” which everyone then obeyed, and there are still doctors facing doctors. In total exasperation, the commander screamed out, “Get the h–l back where you are supposed to be!” We quickly walked back to our original position and held still. I took a quick glance at the reviewing stand and saw all of the general officers either laughing or with their head bowed down into cupped hands. I feel certain they had never seen anything like this fiasco. The remainder of the marching review went without incident and was really very impressive and awe-inspiring.
At a reception in the evening for the graduates hosted by the general staff all of the generals and colonels were having a good time laughing and recounting the morning’s review. I overheard one of them remark, “Well, what more could you expect from three hundred intelligent doctors without a lick of military sense!” I was just grateful our training was over, and I got to be part of a “Gomer Pyle” event.
I have a feeling when any two who were there that day get together, this is what they remember! Great story. I can picture it just like it was part of a comedy script on TV or in a movie. Truth is so much better than fiction.
Cathy and I recently saw “No Time For Sergeants” with Andy Griffith (which was LaNell’s all-time favorite movie), and it reminded me of our fiasco at Sheppard AFB. We looked like a bunch of Will Stockdales! If you haven’t seen the movie, you need to. I can still hear LaNell’s infectious laugh!
What a sight this must have been!!! I love this story!
It was embarrassing to be part of it, but real fun to write about it!