Weâ€™ll need them next week.â€ He took out a map of the base, and circled things like that mess hall and the PX (Post Exchange â€“ i.e. He said, â€œI think you may have missed dinner at the mess hall, but you can get a burger or something at the PX.â€ A burger?
Once you speak with the HUD, they will be able to tell you whether you will be able to receive free grants for housing assistance that will allow you to rent a home or apartment.
Another great place to look is to check out your local State Housing Finance Agency.
The tiny island of civilian life on the Greyhound bus gave me three hours to stare out the window and think about the past eight weeks, about my life prior to those eight weeks, and how strange it seemed that things I had nothing to do with and had no control over placed me on this bus headed south to some damned place no one seemed to know anything about.
Once in Baltimore, I dragged my jam-packed duffel bag off the bus, and asked a few people where I could catch the bus to Fort Holabird.
If you recently lost your job or just don’t have the necessary funds because you don’t make much money and live at the poverty level, then gaining housing assistance shouldn’t be difficult.
The second thing you must know is that you must be persistent. Because it takes time and patience in order to find and acquire these grants.
Let me take a look at your orders.â€ He took a quick look at the orders and said, â€œO. The building you have to report to is about a quarter mile down this street on the right side â€“ big brick building â€“ you canâ€™t miss it. Heâ€™ll get you squared away.â€ I thanked him and began walk in the direction he had indicated. â€ I thought, OK, I knew that this was too good to be true â€“ this must be some kind of trap. Iâ€™ll have someone drive you.â€ OK, Jimbo, this must be some kind of a Twilight-frigginâ€™-Zone thing. Heâ€™ll check you in.â€ I found the orderly room, and, just as promised, Sergeant Perez was there. Youâ€™re a little early, but that is not a problem.â€ Did he say â€œstudents? How can you tell from looking at the orders that I speak German? â€ â€œâ€Yeah, are you going to hang around the base? I donâ€™t think going to California would make much sense.
There is no way that white-helmeted, bloused-trousered, pistol packinâ€™staff sergeant MP just said that he would get me a ride because it was too far for me to walk with a heavy bag. The MP got on the phone, and in a minute or two a corporal appeared in an Army car and said, â€œYou the guy who needs a ride? During the short ride to my destination, I couldnâ€™t think of anything to say to the corporal, other than to thank him for the lift. He was a sergeant-first class (three stripes up and two rockers). â€ The sergeant explained, â€œIt says that your MOS (military occupation specialty) is 96C2L29. He emerged from another room with sheets, a pillow and a blanket, and walked me down the hall to a large bay area, with approximately twenty double bunks on each side of the room. â€œI believe youâ€™re the first one here, so you can pick your spot.
I braced myself for what I was certain would be a ration of shit about something or other I was not doing right. â€ The MP looked at me for a moment, and I thought, OK, let the hollering begin. Perez continued, â€œIf you have no further questions, Iâ€™m going to hit the road. Had some of those psychological profiles we took identified me as a latent knuckle-breaker? I would wait until Monday to think about being an interrogator.
Before I could say that I was reporting for duty (thatâ€™s what one is supposed to say), he said, â€œHi. He didnâ€™t holler; He said, â€œYou look beat,â€ and he effortlessly tossed my duffel bag over his shoulder and carried it to the guardhouse. â€œNo I donâ€™t, and I have not been able to find anyone who knows anything about this place.â€ â€œThis is the United States Army Military Intelligence School.â€ I stood there in silence trying to process it all. I reasoned that the job of an interrogator is to question prisoners of war, and the only place I could think of that would have a supply of prisoners of war was Vietnam. All I knew was that I was going home for the weekend and that for the first time in months I felt just a little bit like a human being.
He set it down and asked, â€œWhere on the base are you headed? After a few seconds, I asked, â€œWhat will I be doing here? Thatâ€™s when we start the classes.â€ â€˜You mean I can go home for the weekend, if I want? The buses run regularly between Baltimore and Newark.â€ Absolutely stupefied, I said, â€œPlease forgive me. I just checked in here, and I can turn around and go home for the weekend, if I want? Just be back by Monday Morning.â€ â€œDo I need a written pass or anything?