The first reunion I went to was held at the Los Angeles Hilton in 1965. The Medal of Honor recipients were honoring Bob Hope for all he did for the troops over the years. We couldn't go in the front door because there were hippies outside with signs that read: 'You're Killers!' They brought us in the side door.

When the teachers arrived at Okinawa (then under United States control) the Marines were waiting at the dock. They told us where the parties were. We could have gone to a party every single night.