The following is reproduced from correspondence between Candidate
Beckner and Maj (R) Richard Green, Association Board member.
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I arrived at Signal Corps OCS on August 29, I942. I didn't want to be
there. I was the ranking enlisted man in the Cadre at Hill Field, Utah,
charged with organizing and developing the US Army Air Corps' first
After I had headed up a the crew that built the first hanger and
warehouses at Wendover Bombing Range, Wendover, Utah, the Commanding
Officer decided I should be an officer and tried to get me to sign an
application for Signal Corps OCS. I didn't want to be demoted to 2nd LT,
so I wouldn't sign. After several attempts, he put me on orders.
I found out, if you washed out of OCS, you would be sent back to your
unit in the same grade you had when you left. So I determined I would
I was standing in line outside of the TAC office with a number of other
new reportees, waiting to report to the TAC Officer we had been
assigned. I saw a tall, sharp, good-looking, second Lt (who later became
my chief TAC officer when I became a TAC) striding up the walk, with his
gaze fastened on me. I thought he was looking at the pith helmet I was
wearing that was part of the summer uniform at Hill Field. When he
stopped in front of me, I snapped to attention.
"Are your hands cold, mister?" he barked.
"Then why are your hands in your pocket?"
"I was reaching for my cigarettes in my right pocket, and my lighter in
my left pocket, Sir?'
"You now have two delinquencies. One for debris in you pockets, and one
for your hands in your pockets!"
I saluted; he did a sharp left face, and entered the TAC office.
I turned to the non-com standing next to me and asked, "What the hell's
In due time, my name was called, and I reported to Jerry Paxton. He
looked at me and said, "You've started out great. Two delinquencies
before you report in."
After spending a few minutes interviewing me, he said, "You are the
section leader of section__. Report to the Rec hall a 3:00PM." To be
continued, if this is the kind of thing you want.
The story I remember about Iron Lung McClung was that he had been a TAC
Officer at the Citadel. I don't remember that he was a candidate at OCS.
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Continued from a subsequent eMail where the topic revolved around
the infamous "Iron Lung McClung," a TAC Officer of note...
At the 1500 briefing, all the new section leaders were given the ground
rules for OCS; our responsibilities: schedules, etc. We were told that
three time a day - after breakfast, after lunch, and after dinner - we
would report to our TAC officer to receive a report of the conduct and
condition of our section, and receive any new orders to pass on. We were
also told there would be no passes except on weekends, and only ten
percent for the section could go on pass at any one time. We were then
dismissed to assemble our sections and pass on the scoop.
I assembled my section, and passed on the word, and gave them my opinion
of the system.
Then I said, "Every weekend, four of us can go on pass. Three times a
day I have to go to the TAC office and get chewed out for any of your
goof-ups So, every weekend I go on pass, and three of you go on pass.
There were none.
Every morning at 0600, we fell out for 30 minutes of calisthenics, after
which Iron Lung McClung would start us out on a mile double time march.
He would lead for a little while, and then he would fall out to the side
and watch the troops go by.
At the time of year I was a candidate, it was DARK at that time of day.
Out of the dark would come IRON LUNG's voice, "Mr Beckner, the third man
in the second squad, is out of line. Straighten up." I don't think a
section leader ever made the run without that dreaded voice calling to
One morning, as I was running backwards to check on my sections
formation, I fell over the island in the center of the intersection, (we
always ran over it), and I went down. I had visions of the whole parade
running over me. I had barely hit the ground when my arms were grabbed,
and I was lifted on my feet by the leaders of the second and third
squad, and carried until I could get my feet moving backwards in step
with the formation.
One of the things I found out at the briefing was that mustaches were
discouraged. I knew Army regulations of the time allowed mustaches and
beards if they were properly trimmed. So I reasoned, they couldn't court
martial me for growing a mustache. And they couldn't court martial me
for disobeying orders, since it was not posed in the form of an
order—but maybe they would find some other reason for washing me out if
I insisted on wearing a mustache.
In those days my hair and beard were very black, and my beard grew very
fast. The first morning I fell out for inspection, I had a mustache well
defined. I received a delinquency for mustache improperly trimmed. All
delinquencies had to be hand carried to your TAC officer in his office,
even if he was the one to give it to you. When I gave the delinquency to
my TAC officer, Jerry Paxton (who wore a full lip mustache), he looked
at me and said, "What's the matter with your mustache?"
I said, "In my opinion, nothing except that it's not long enough, yet."
He said, "I have to put this in your file. You'll get more of them if
you keep the mustache. Ten Delinquencies and you're gone. You now have
I saluted, said "Yes, Sir", about faced, two steps forward, right
flanked, and when I was in position, where they couldn't see my face,
said to myself "Hot Damn, won't be long now."
Clark Gable was going to a different OCS at the same time I was in
Signal Corps OCS. The girls in the PX wanted to know how come Clark
Gable had to shave off his mustache and I was allowed to grow one. "He
just doesn't have what I have," I said.
Everybody remembers the OCS haircut. When I into the chair, the barber
looked at my black curly hair and said "Isn't this a shame", and then he
scalped me. After that, every Wednesday when I stepped up to the chair,
I stopped and said to the barber, "You touch the top of my head, and
I'll break your arm."
So, I had a curly top, and white side walls. During inside inspections
when I had to have my hat off, I'd wet my hair and slick it down.
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Message 3 New Subject: Beckner Wants Out of OCS…
The first weekend rolled around and I went on pass. Monday morning I
reported to my TAC that I had lost my pass.
Lt Paxton leaned back in his chair, looked up at me and said," Who you
trying to kid? Old soldiers don't lose their pass."
"Sir, are you calling me a liar?"
"No, but I'm giving you a delinquency for being careless, and I want you
to report to Capt McClung and tell him what happened."
So I did a left face, walked to Capt McClung's desk, reported, and
repeated that I had lost my pass.
"You go write a reply by endorsement explaining what happened and what
you are going to do to correct it," he said.
"What is a 'reply by endorsement?' ", I asked.
"You pretend I wrote you a letter, and you answer it. You find out what
form an endorsement takes, and do it properly."
So I did it. From then on I had a pass to show the guards when I left
the post during the week. I never signed out, as required, hoping
someone would want me for some reason, find out I was gone, and have me
Didn't happen! I kept getting delinquencies for mustache improperly
One Morning during my second week, Iron Lung told me to meet him in the
Quadrangle after supper. All day I wondered what was going to happen.
When I got there, he had another TAC officer with him, not Jerry Paxton.
He told me he was going to train me to be Cadet Battalion Commander,
followed by Regimental Battalion Commander.
If you remember the old Quadrangles, barracks down both sides,
recreation hall across one end, and the chapel across the street at the
other end. Iron Lung told the Lt to go behind the chapel and write down
whatever he heard me say. Then he had me face the rec hall. He had a
list of commands written on a pad. He'd give me a command to shout to
the rec hall loud enough for the Lt to hear it behind the Chapel.
Three times a week he put me through those exercises, and I did get to
where the Lt could hear every command.
I'm thinking why am I doing this? I'll be washed out in another week.
Didn't happen! I kept getting delinquencies for mustache improperly
trimmed. I had to write another "reply by endorsement" for "forgetting
to sign out on pass" one weekend. I was long past ten delinquencies and
I did get to be the Cadet Commanders Iron Lung groomed me for.
The last weekend before graduation I was desperate. Looked like I was
going to become a 2nd Lt whether I wanted to or not.
So - I signed out on weekend pass. Regulations required all candidates
to be back on post by 2300hrs. I got back at 0200, signed the book as
returning at 2300hrs, and went to bed. I slept through reveille and PT,
but got up for breakfast.
As I walked out of the mess hall, I was met by the "runner of the day"
and told the TAC Officer wanted to see me immediately.
I reported to Lt. Paxton. "Where were you at reveille and PT.?"
"I overslept, Sir."
"What time did you get in?"
"What time did you sign-in?" "2300, Sir"
"Who signed in for you?"
"No one, Sir."
"How did you sign-in at 2300 if you didn't get in until 0200?"
"Sir, it's just as easy to write 2300 as it is to write 0200."
"You mean you deliberately falsified an official record? Why?"
"I knew I was supposed to be in at 2300. I just took a chance no one
checked the sign-out book, and I would get away with it."
"Report to Capt McClung and tell him what you did."
Of course, Capt McClung already knew what I had done. His desk was at
right angles to and nearly touching Lt Paxton's desk. When I left faced
to his desk, he said in a voice that could have been heard in Newark "I
don't even want to talk to you. You reply by endorsement and have it on
my desk by 1300hrs."
I heard nothing more about the matter.
The next day, I received orders to report to the assignment board. I
reported and was asked, among other things, how I would like to be a TAC
I said, "I don't want any part of it."
"Because I'm a damn good lineman and wire chief, and that's what I want
The next day I was told to report to another assignment board. This one
asked me how I'd like to be an instructor, and I gave the same answer.
Everyday, I kept expecting to be called out of class, and giving my
Didn't happen. Even in the Theater during the graduation ceremonies, I
expected to be called out. Instead I was called up to the stage and
given my commission, and orders assigning me to OCS Staff and Faculty. I
didn't know whether I was going to be a TAC Officer or an instructor.
Jerry Paxton met me outside, shook hands and said "Let's go get a drink"
"Jerry," I asked, "how the hell did I get a commission? I must have had
more than 30 delinquencies, and three "replies by endorsement."
"They all went in the waste basket. We knew what you were trying to do
and we had decided in your first two days that you were going to be a
And therein lies another tale, and so ends the SAGA OF THE RELUCTANT OCS
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Message 4: I solemnly swear before Peter and Jack, if I'm not
telling the truth, I'll take it all back. If we should locate Jerry
Paxton and you showed him all I have written, I'll bet he verifies it.
After I graduated, I was pretty proud of being an officer. One time when
I was a private before the war started, I had said to some of my buddies
that I wanted to get higher in the Army than my dad was. When they asked
and I said he had been a MSgt, they asked "How the hell are you going to
get higher than a MSgt?" I had forgotten that when I was trying to get
out of OCS
There was a reason for not writing a "quit letter", but I don't remember
what it was.
When we were getting ready to graduate, we were told that we would
receive a $125.00 clothing allowance as part of our final enlisted pay,
and that certain outfitters in Red Bank and Long Branch would deliver
our uniforms on credit until we had been paid. I did well. I spent
$150.00 on a cashmere overcoat, had all my shirts, blouses, and pants,
tailored, and added a high priced trench coat to the wardrobe. I was
determined that I would look as sharp as I possibly could, if I was
going to be chastising candidates about their appearance.
I didn't have enough money to go home for my ten day graduation leave,
so I spent it with my aunt and uncle in New York. My uncle was a Lt Col
in the Transportation Corps stationed on Staten Island. I came back to
the post early. I wanted to see the regimental parade, to see how the
candidate that replaced me as Regimental Commander did. It was raining
when I left New York, so I wore my trench coat. My Uncle had given me a
grand, curved-stem, meerschaum pipe, so I was smoking that. When I got
to the post, it was not raining, but I kept the trench coat on. At the
parade ground, the cadet Regimental Commander and his staff were already
in position and waiting for the troops. I strolled out onto the parade
ground, to speak to him, and then returned to the side lines.
Standing there were Iron Lung McClung, and Jerry Paxton. I saluted and
gave cheerful greeting. In a voice that only McClung could project, He
said, "Lt, what are you doing on the parade ground, out of uniform, and
smoking a pipe?"
"Sir, what's wrong with my uniform?"
"It's not raining, and you are wearing rain gear. You are in uniform,
and you are smoking in public, and what is worse, you were smoking on
the parade ground!"
Then for about 2 hours (5 minutes?), he educated me and most of Ft
Monmouth on the proper protocol for wearing the uniform and parade
ground etiquette, and the proper way to walk when on the parade ground.
Do you want more anecdotes, re the changing of the Reluctant Candidate
into a TAC Officer?
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If you really want them, I'll relate some of the funny things - and some
not so funny - that went into the converting a non-com into a TAC
By the way, Jerry Paxton told me later after the parade ground incident,
that he and Iron Lung actually flip a coin to see which one would climb
my frame as I came off of the parade ground.
The hardest part of that first month was feeling like a recruit, unless
I was in front of my men. I was determined that I would better than any
of my men in anything I expected them to do.
Remember the obstacle courses - beginners, intermediate, and advanced?
I challenged the other company TAC Officers in my Battalion to run the
advanced obstacle course with me every lunch period. Only one took me up
on it. I wish I could remember his name.
Everyday we would run the advanced course, then grab a quick shower and
bite to eat (sometimes no eat), and be ready for the first formation
after lunch. Then, when I led the men through the course, I could zip
through it, then walk back along the side and chastise the candidates
for being so slow.
By the way - there was a movie actor who was a TAC Officer in the same
battalion as I. His desk was on the opposite side of the room and at the
other end. His name I don't remember (aren't you surprised?), but he
played in Westerns, and always got killed early in the story, or shortly
after showing up later. He was the guy Gary Cooper waited for all
morning in "High Noon", and then killed him as soon as he stepped off
At the inspection of my first graduating class to make sure they had all
the required articles of uniform so they could graduate, one of the
candidates told me the outfitter he went to had not delivered his OD
shirts, and would not be able to get them to him in time for graduation.
(I don't remember the reason) I told him to go buy them somewhere else.
When he said he didn't have the money, I told him I would loan him the
money, but he had to pay me back as soon as he got his final pay.
He sure did. He walked into the TAC Office, reported to me properly, and
then said in a smart, military manner, "Sir, I have come to pay you for
All sound ceased in the office. The battalion TAC Officer was leaning in
the door of his office observing what us lowly company TAC Officers were
doing and heard every word.
As soon as the candidate left, the BTO said "LT, GET IN HERE!"
When I report in his office he asked what that was all about. I told him
what had happened. I then found out that I was guilty of fraternizing
with an enlisted man, and having a cash transaction with an enlist man,
either of which was cause for losing my commission, and at the least
cause for be dismissed from TAC Officers duties. Then he told me to
report to the post commanding general.
First, of course, I had to tell the post adjutant why I was there to see
the general. After I finished, he chewed me out. Then went into the
general’s office and told him. I was called in, and the general asked if
what he had been told was true. When I said,” Yes Sir", he said,
"That'll cost you $25.00, Lt, and be glad you don't lose your bars."
$25.00! That was a fifth of my base pay!
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You got a bingo twice!
As soon as I read the name PIPPY, a light came on. He and I used to
spend quite a little time discussing our life and times in Montana,
although he was a native and I was an itinerant worker, who happened to
I couldn't fault the candidate for coming in to pay me. I had forgotten
to tell him not to.
And OLMSTEAD was the General. Every month he had two receptions - One
for those whose name fell from A - M, and the second for the rest of the
alphabet. There was no acceptable excuse for not attending, except duty
or being hospitalized. And, of course, they were formal.
The first one I had to attend came right after paying the $25.00 fine.
My wife did not have an evening gown, or all the other stuff necessary
to go with it. We hadn't found an apartment yet, and were living in a
one room "boarding house" - pretty steep rent for a 2nd Lt who had used
up most of his final enlisted pay, all of his uniform allowance, and
hadn't received his first pay as an officer. But we had to find evening
We found a black evening gown with a full net overskirt for $25.00 that
looked great on the wife, but there was no money left to buy the
accessories. We only had $40.00 left for living expenses for the rest of
the month, and I knew we'd have to buy drinks at the party. The wife had
a small brown purse, and a matching pair of brown high heel shoes. I
paid a dime for a small bottle of silver paint and painted the shoes and
purse silver. They looked pretty good in the light, and in the kind of
light at the officers club, they looked great.
At the reception, I had my second encounter with the General (not
counting the reception line.) I danced the first dance with my wife and
we returned to the table. When the music started again, before I could
get her to the dance floor, the general came and asked her to dance.
Then he kept her dancing all evening. She was afraid she would cause
trouble for me if she refused. During the evening, the general somehow
stepped on the skirt of her evening gown, and it ripped almost to the
waist. Fortunately, it was full enough, that the rip didn't show.
I did a slow burn, standing at the bar downing "Old Fashions". And I
never did get to like the General!
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I've been racking my brain trying to remember what the second incident
was that caused the General to fine me. I remember the fine - $50.00. He
said it was because it was my second appearance before him. You'd think
I'd remember what I did, but I don't.
I do remember why he fined me the third time. It was for conduct
unbecoming an officer, but it was after I left OCS and was in charge of
the POLELINE CONSTRUCTION SCHOOL.
My offense was this: One day I was short of enlisted instructors for the
pole climbing class, and had a group of men that were scheduled to take
their first class in how to climb poles. So - I put on a pair spurs,
gave the lecture, and was up on a pole demonstrating the proper way to
stand on a pole so one wouldn't cut-out and fall to the ground.
Wouldn't you know, the good general was on one of his rare tours of the
school, and caught me up the pole, chastised me in front of the men, and
told me to report to his office in one hour.
When I reported, he said, "Lt, I'm getting tired of seeing you here. You
have a habit of conduct unbecoming an officer. This will cost you
I'm sure you have a collection of repartee between candidate and you as
TAC Officer. Maybe you'll find these that I remember to be worth putting
somewhere - like the waste basket:
These were from first Saturday inspections: Me - "Mister, why didn't you
shave this morning?" Candidate -"Sir, that's not whiskers, that's peach
fuzz!" Me - "Then you should have put some cream on your face and had a
cat lick it off. One delinquency for improper shave." Candidate's
fingernails were all long and filed to a point.
Me - "Mister, do you squat to pee?" Candidate - "Sir?" Me - "Do you
squat to pee?" Candidate "I don't understand, Sir." Me - "You wear your
fingernails like a girl. I want to know if you peed like a girl."
Candidate - "Sir, my wife trimmed my nails for me." Me - "OK, you can
give her your delinquency for improperly trimmed fingernails."
Footlocker messy by OCS standards. "Mister, where's your locker stick?"
Candidate - "Sir?" Me - "Where's the stick you use to stir the contents
of your locker until what you want comes to the top?"
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On the day that Class No. 15 (according to the Web Page OCS Member
Search) were supposed to report in, We TAC Officers were waiting in the
TAC office after lunch for the appointed time, while the new candidates
were lining up outside. Of course, we were all standing back from the
windows and looking out at them.
Lo and behold, standing in the line that was to report to me, about four
men back, was my old buddy from my recruit days, Kenneth S. Style. I
thought to myself,” Boy is he in for a jolt."
When it was Kenny's turn, I watched him come in, closed the door, make a
sharp about face, march to the center of the aisle, make a perfect right
flank, take two steps, make another perfect right flank, stop in front
of my desk, and start a sharp salute.
About half way up, the salute stops, his eyes pop wide, his hand flies
out to shake hands and he says, "Why, Bob Beckner!"
Of course, the Bn TAC was standing in the door to his office, watching
the proceedings in the main room. All the other Co TACs were
interviewing new candidates, and there was a new candidate in front of
every Co Tac Officer.
I ignored Kenny's outstretched hand, leaned back in my chair, and said,
"Mr. Style, how long have you been in the Army?"
His face looked like I had slapped him, and then you could see him
thinking, "Why you chicken.......S.O.B." He snapped to attention and
said with heavy emphasis, "Two and a half years, Sir!"
"And in two and a half years, Mr. Style, didn't you learn the proper way
to report to an officer?"
"Then, suppose you go outside, stand at attention and cogitate on the
proper way to report to an officer. After all the rest of the men have
reported, then you try it again."
"Very well, Sir!" He did a sharp about face, two paces forward, left
flank two paces, and left flank two paces. Just as his hand touched the
door knob,” I said, "Mr. Style!" He froze at attention, and said, "Sir!"
"Can you read, Mr. Style?"
"Can you read backwards, Mr. Style?"
"What does the sign on the door glass say, Mr. Style?"
"E-N-T-R-A-N-C-E, Entrance, Sir!"
"And what does that mean, Mr. Style?"
"You can't go out, Sir!"
"That means there must be another door, somewhere, doesn't it, Mr.
"Then suppose you find it, Mr. Style."
He did a sharp left face, saluted, and said, "Very Well, Sir!" Did
another left face, marched to the middle of the aisle, did a right
flank, marched with heavy emphasis down the middle of the room between
the six TAC Officer desks, did a right flank to the exit door, and
marched to the side walk at the end of the line.
You could see him standing there, so mad he was trembling.
After everybody else had reported in, and gone, Kenny reported in. He
had cooled down, and reported in an exemplary military manner. At home
that night, I wrote a note to Kenny giving home my home address, and
telling him to come see us on his first pass.
Nearly a week went by before I was able to pass the note to him
unobserved. He did come to see us, and he told me he knew before he
reported back in that day, that I had no other choice.
He made sure that I had no reason to give him a delinquency during the
whole three months. I know he didn't get any TAC Officer delinquencies,
and I think only a couple from academic instructors.