Navy boot camp in San Diego, 1967. I considered the whole experience a crock of nonsense the purpose of which was to get your uniforms, teach the rudiments of Navy decorum, and some elements of (shipboard) life. Made it through the aircrew training schools (two additional that I volunteered for beyond the original plan), I got to my squadron where the real work was being performed and which I took seriously. Given the chance, I would do it all again plus take advantage of the opportunities the Navy offered, of which I admit I was too damn stupid at the time to take advantage.