Of all the stories my dad tells, this has to be my favorite. It confirms two things I know to be true: that my dad has a serious sweet tooth, and that some rules are meant to be broken. Especially for pie.
After basic training, my dad was sent to Fort Devens, Massachusetts – a training facility of the Army Security Agency – to learn Morse Code. For over five months, starting in August 1968, he was taught to intercept and transcribe code. He talks about his training here.