Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Andrew Johnson]
The guard looked at me rather disgustedly, and commented, “You're in the army now and we'll make a soldier out of you yet.” I reported at the door and was sent to Captain Queen.
“You wanted to see me? I inquired. The captain cut in on me. “Soldier. When you are told to report to an officer, always salute until recognized, saying “Corporal Johnson reporting, sir.” then stand at attention.”
“I see by your draft board that you can use a typewriter. I'm making you a company clerk, with rank of corporal. You'll report to Lieut. Hinkson, in charge of headquarters platoon. Dismiss.”
I managed a credible salute, turned on my heel and marched out. In the Army one day and already a corporal. I went over to the supply sergeant, drew my chevrons, and walked over to the barracks where I commenced sewing them on. Then, feeling very proud of my new rank, reported to headquarters platoon.
This time I had everything right. I saluted as I passed the colors, had a soldier point out Lieut. Hinkson, walked over to him, saluted and said, “Corporal Johnson reporting for duty as ordered by Captain Queen, sir.”
The Lieutenant gravely returned my salute, glanced at my sleeve and said “Corporal, You're chevrons are quite new”, he said. I answered proudly, “Yes sir, Lieutenant.”
“Well, they're sewn on upside down,” he snapped, “Go to the company tailor and have them adjusted properly.”
We drilled in the morning and had our afternoons free. But we were told to watch the bulletin board for special orders from regimental headquarters. But as there were always plenty of officers down there and we were required to salute each one we met, we stayed