I was the Flight Commander of “B” Flight, the ‘Beavers,’ in the 560th FTS in the Fall of 1982. My Assistant Flight Commander, Capt. Dave F., and his wife decided to host a “house-warming” party one Friday night. Their house had just been completed in a new, upscale development in San Antonio. All the Flight IPs and students were invited, along with their wives and/or girlfriends. Perhaps 50 people in all.
One of the students was (Call sign) ‘Sluggo.’ Sluggo got his name because he resembled the cartoon character of the same name from years ago.
Dave’s wife was a “proper Southern woman,” having been raised in the aristocracy of New Orleans. She was a beautiful woman, a debutante of Southern Louisiana. And she was the perfect hostess, gracious to everyone.
As the party rolled along, somewhere around 9 or 9:30 the doorbell rang and Dave’s wife answered it. Probably not a good move. When she opened the door, there sat Sluggo, on ‘the throne’ in a portal-potty!
He had gone out, found the nearby portal-potty and slid it over to their front door. Then he dropped his pants and sat down. Next he lit a cigarette, picked up his beer and rang the doorbell. And that’s when Lucy opened the door!
Sluggo looked up and said, “Pardon me, would you happen to have a magazine?” Thank God Dave was right behind her, and was able to catch her as she fainted…