After eight weeks of boot camp, I took a test to determine the type of work for which I was best suited. They found I could distinguish between a dot and a dash in radio waves. Consequently, I was assigned to sixteen weeks of Signal School to study visual communications i.e., flashing light by using International Morse Code, semaphore, and wig-wag.
When signal training was completed, we received orders to ship-out. It was necessary that all of our clothing fit into our seabags. Then our blankets were placed inside our hammocks, rolled and lashed around the seabag. Both together I suppose weighed about a hundred pounds. I lifted the gear onto a truck to be taken to a waiting ship, but when we arrived to board, I couldn't get it up the gangway of the ship without help. I was six feet tall and weighed 130 pounds. Somehow, I and five-thousand others boarded the S.S. President Monroe and sailed for Noumea, New Caledonia.
We sailed alone without an escort vessel for 30 days crossing the Pacific, stopping once at Suva, Fiji. All the land lubbers, and general “no gooders", those crossing the equator for the first time, were initiated by His Royal Highness, King Neptunis Rex and his Court. The ships garbage had been dumped into the ships swimming pool and then filled with water in which to soak pollywogs, for the pleasure of His Highness. They threw some of us pollywogs in that stinking slop. There were other punishments, like running the gauntlet, which was just as bad for those found guilty of invading the realm of His Majesty, Neptunis Rex.
