Spent many a Saturday "digging in" with my squad of buddies and taking on the designated neighborhood Germans.
Did you wade through the ponds with yer rifle over yer head, brother?? :^)
The biggest drag was getting the command to return to base: street lights coming on....
We played a lot of army, especially when I lived in Yokosuka and Subic in the Sixties.
We usually had between five to ten kids playing. Some had to be Japanese. Some had to be German.
Everybody had to die.
A lot.
It’s what kids used to do. Later in life I wondered what some of those Marines on the base were thinking as they watched us, many of them having served in Vietnam.
Heh, times were so different. That’s the way it was. I do feel bad for kids nowadays. I don’t think they have the freedom many of us had. I remember being six or seven, and thinking nothing of walking miles from my house, picking up bottles to cash in for candy at a economically depressed part of the area.
Now they would have your parents in front of DYS for neglect. Amazing.