Circa 1959. As I recall, Garland roomed with A/2C Juan Moreno (our favorite wacky clerk from Miami via Bogata). Airman Fields had the dubious distinction of being at the table in the BX cafeteria when Mouse Markley decided to drop dead at my urging. In the confusion that followed, Garland didn't wait around for the conclusion, leaning over to whisper "I'm getting out of here!" and fled.
