Down behind the Stevens Avenue National Guard Armory along side Gulliver's Field, they parked army trucks, jeeps and even a few tanks. There must have been hundreds of vehicles in long rows. There was no fence, so we had free range to scatter about and go investigating. While others climbed upon the rugged, faded-green tanks, I was intrigued by the large convoy trucks. I'd to seek out the largest truck I could find and sit behind the wheel bouncing along and just imagining I was on some reconnaissance mission some where in the hidden back roads of an Italian countryside. Oh, did I tell you that I went through a phase of reading and really getting into WWII historical fiction in junior high. This, I'm sure, had much to do with my daydreaming. Later that summer, the Armory surrounded the lot with a 7 foot wire fence to discourage intruders. Too neat! It just became more of a challenge for us, and we were always successful on our 'secret' missions.