The fact is, I told him; “I acquired two nicknames in the army.”
I explained, “I got first one during basic training when our company was bivouacking in tents in a cool, rainy November in Washington State. We slept in olive drab sleeping bags that covered us from head to foot, a kind of large cocoon with a hole large enough for part of a face. In fact it reminded me of a cocoon some insects like butterflies make in the fall.
“In the early morning when the sergeant came around to awaken us, I was reluctant to get up.
“I’m still in my cocoon stage. Come back when I’m ready to be a butterfly,” I told the sergeant.
My reply was repeated around camp. It caused me to became known for the rest of basic training as “Butterfly.”
Later, I inadvertently traded it for the more masculine nickname, “Rubberman.”
I got that name when I was in the ski troops. I was far from the best skier, but when I crashed it was in a spectacular fashion. I did somersaults. I crashed through fences, I dug a trench with my nose, but I always quickly sprung up unhurt.
And that’s how I got the name ”Rubberman.”
How did you get your nickname?