HOW WRONG WE WERE! I realized what real hell was when I got my first stateside assignment.
I was still 1000 miles from Mom, my sweetheart had a new love, my pride and joy 1950 Ford had been sold in order to buy my little brother a car, I had lost all interest in drive-in movies (I was much too worldly now), and I now missed my new buddies a lot more than I had my old ones. AND NOW, I had to wash, and fold, my own clothes, shine my own shoes, and pull KP. I had to wear proper uniform at all times (no straw hats and FIGMO ribbons), and my arm was wearing out from all the saluting to people I didn't even know.
Cigarettes now cost me $3.00 a carton instead of $1.50 a carton, a beer cost me $.75 instead of $.15 each, I had to walk every where because I couldn't afford a taxi anymore, I couldn't afford to go anywhere to wear all those sharkskin and silk suits I had bought in Ominato, and there is no need to mention the female companionship aspect of the changed environment.
So, I am not sure that the slogan should not have been: " We're Bound To Go To Hell - We've Spent Our Tour In Heaven".