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It had been easy to forget that the world did not stop at the Fort Dix gates, but rather it was humming along quite nicely.I struggled with the duffle bag down the bus aisle and thanked the driver as I turned to step off through the bus doors. He was a tall, staff sergeant, the same rank as my drill sergeant.As I got off the bus, I was horrified to see an MP (military policeman) looking at me and walking at a brisk pace from the guardhouse in my direction. I didnâ€™t think it possible, but the MP looked even more frightening than the drill sergeants I had just spent eight weeks with. We werenâ€™t allowed to have civilian clothes at Fort Dix.â€ â€œWell, you may want to bring some back with you from home. I promised I would bring them all up to date when I got home.I braced myself for what I was certain would be a ration of shit about something or other I was not doing right. â€ The MP looked at me for a moment, and I thought, OK, let the hollering begin. Perez continued, â€œIf you have no further questions, Iâ€™m going to hit the road. Had some of those psychological profiles we took identified me as a latent knuckle-breaker? I would wait until Monday to think about being an interrogator.
Before I could say that I was reporting for duty (thatâ€™s what one is supposed to say), he said, â€œHi. He didnâ€™t holler; He said, â€œYou look beat,â€ and he effortlessly tossed my duffel bag over his shoulder and carried it to the guardhouse. â€œNo I donâ€™t, and I have not been able to find anyone who knows anything about this place.â€ â€œThis is the United States Army Military Intelligence School.â€ I stood there in silence trying to process it all. I reasoned that the job of an interrogator is to question prisoners of war, and the only place I could think of that would have a supply of prisoners of war was Vietnam. All I knew was that I was going home for the weekend and that for the first time in months I felt just a little bit like a human being.
The tiny island of civilian life on the Greyhound bus gave me three hours to stare out the window and think about the past eight weeks, about my life prior to those eight weeks, and how strange it seemed that things I had nothing to do with and had no control over placed me on this bus headed south to some damned place no one seemed to know anything about.