Now it can be told continued

We were instructed on how to reach the latrine, or bathroom. Go out the door at the end of the room, walk down the covered catwalk, and enter the next building, which contained commodes and showers. Contained therein were facilities for doing laundry and some electric irons which were quite wisely held safe from pilfering by being clipped onto chains. For me the opportunity to visit the latrine came none too soon. I had been in a state of panic for almost the whole time we had been there, and I availed myself of the opportunity with all haste. Most of the other women in the group hurried down the catwalk with me, as well, all shyness and modesty forgotten in our need.
We had no time to look around, because at that moment the sound of a shrill whistle split the air, and we heard the now-familiar yell of “Form up in twos!” and we ran back up the catwalk and did as directed. Once again, we were checked off on the sergeant’s ever-present clipboard, and once again we cried out “Here,” to signify our presence. There were about thirty lined up in a ragged row. I was beginning to be hungry, and wondered if we were going to be marched off to the mess hall. Army food is reputed to be universally unappetizing and I hoped I would be able to eat it. I glanced down the room to where a large round clock hung on the wall. To my surprise it was only 10:55 and we were obviously not going to eat anytime soon. Where were we going then?
Of course, in due time, we found out. Down we went to the supply warehouse and were measured and fitted out with our summer uniforms. If memory serves me correctly, we were given every item we needed to clothe our bodies, from top to bottom. Khaki girdles, khaki underwear, everything was army issue and we bade goodbye to our feminine civilian wear. Where it went I will never know, but we saw it no more. We went back to the barracks and put on our outfits, and practiced tying our ties. We were in the army and might as well get used to it.
Fort Oglethorpe was a sprawling old army post, destined to close down when the war ended. It was the training ground for only women recruits, and not a man was to be seen anywhere, except for the prisoners of war who were brought in by trucks, and did maintenance work here and there. I remember particularly that they collected the garbage cans and cleaned the grease trap in the mess hall. Under guard at all times, they were well behaved and looked well fed and clothed. Many of them chose to stay in the United States after the war ended, and they proved to be good citizens and some became quite well-to-do in various professions.