In November of 1973, I arrived at Logan
Airport in Boston, MA, No one was there to meet me, and my
traveling experience to date had consisted of flying to Alabama for Basic
Training. So there I was, baggage in hand, by myself, with absolutely
no idea of how to get to Fort Devens. No uniforms in sight, no stern
sergeant to load me onto a bus. I was on my own. Fortunately,
there was a guy there named Craig Shelley, who, with a friend, had just
seen another friend off on a flight. I hitched a ride with him into
Devens, and he was good enough to show me where I had to go.
Craig Shelley, from Kansas City
My room was in G company, the women's
barracks. I shared it with 7 other women. We each had a bunk
and a locker. The room was a pretty good size, and, unlike Basic
Training, we had some choice in how it was decorated.
Fort
Devens
