EHHS had the same thing going on out in those wooden “temporary” buildings where the R.O.T.C. classes were held. I’ve mentioned elsewhere that I wasn’t part of that activity but did have an interest in one or more of those R.O.T.C. sponsors. Sorry to say, some of us weren’t too respectful of the boys, but I have to give it to them…their taste in lovely young ladies was exceptional !
As I’ve also mentioned elsewhere in the blog, getting a good
opportunity to effectively appraise our young ladies’ figures was difficult in
those days due to their wardrobe choices, which mostly mimicked their mothers’ 1940s
garb.
So, one memorable afternoon after school, I had some (rare) free time to go out and meet one of the girls I was kind of sweet on…she and the others were on the range, I had to wait. Now, I’ve always been a very impatient “waiter” but this afternoon was different.
I took a seat in back of them where I had an unobstructed view of the target range. There, dressed in their R.O.T.C. shorts (or, maybe PE shorts…I forget) were several of our Class of 1963 loveliest, laying prone on the floor, armed, facing downrange, firing away at the targets. Their shooting form was terrific and I didn’t mind the wait.
No clue if any of them hit the target.
So, one memorable afternoon after school, I had some (rare) free time to go out and meet one of the girls I was kind of sweet on…she and the others were on the range, I had to wait. Now, I’ve always been a very impatient “waiter” but this afternoon was different.
I took a seat in back of them where I had an unobstructed view of the target range. There, dressed in their R.O.T.C. shorts (or, maybe PE shorts…I forget) were several of our Class of 1963 loveliest, laying prone on the floor, armed, facing downrange, firing away at the targets. Their shooting form was terrific and I didn’t mind the wait.
No clue if any of them hit the target.
Bang
