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Just who were the guys I remember, after more than 30 years?
There were several Hispanics. Most of them were Mexicans who had been living in the Southwest or California and had been drafted. They were good troops, but perhaps due to language differences, they usually kept to themselves.
One fellow, Lopez, thought the English language was humorous, especially words like “paper.” Just saving it always cracked him up.
There was also a Hispanic trainee from Costa Rica named Herrera. He was the only one who asked to go back to my country, but by then he was halfway through BCT, and it was a moot point.
Valdramas was from Colombia. He was constantly trying to explain to people that he Hispanic, but not a Mexican.
On the other hand, there was a fellow named Nicholas Squillace who insisted he was Mexican, although he plainly was not. I never figured that one out.
Mogens (pronounced “Moans") Velarde was from Denmark. He was a studious kid who wisely tried to avoid drawing attention to himself, sort of the platoon’s “Ensign Pulver.”
Pasqua called him “Velardy Moe-gans” throughout the cycle, but he always answered up in kind and never bothered to correct him.
From the long-gone Union of South Africa came a trainee named Hoare. With a name like
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