The combat zero on my M-1 was 16 clicks elevation and four clicks left windage. I could still take one apart and reassemble it today.

The most nervous man I saw was the second lieutenant that handed out grenades at the practice pit.

Wear your low-quarter socks under your boot socks and you won't get blisters.

Finding a spent .50-caliber bullet on the ground during a hike, and being grateful that none were coming in that day.

Emptying those red butt cans, yuck.

Standing fire guard at 0200 hours.

Learning "Jody Cadence."

Learning how to fold a shirt and make hospital corners.

Circle buffing the squad bay floor.