Co. 1229 Camp SCS-6 Machias NY
In the CCCs, in my camps at least, you slept in open barracks. Each guy had his bunk but there weren't any walls separating you. Everyone was in the one big room, or bay. Everyone had to be in his bed by lights out. In our camp there was a mandatory bed check each night. What that entailed was the night guard coming to the door of the barracks and looking in the door to see that everyone was in bed under the blankets when we were supposed to be. Now this particular night guard, who was not one of the officers, was a real plick (as the Chinamen would say), he would come when we were asleep and shine the flashlights in your face and be noisy, generally making a pain of himself. Well one night we decided to get him for fun. Each of us had a shoe, one of our boots, handy and none of us went to sleep. We waited up for the night guard. Then, when he came into the door and shined his stinking flashlight at us, Wham! Thirty boots came flying at him, he was buried in `em.
Everyone was laughing - for a second. The light was suddenly switched on as a bellow of cursing came from the man in the door who, we realized now, wasn't the night guard we expected. It was one of the Army Lieutenants. What a grand and glorious feeling that was.
- A recollection of a story told by James Justin to his family
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