Ah, the summer of 1980! In the heat and humidity, running in the hills, getting up way too early. Fun times.

One of my buddies was telling me he hoped we were going to get something decent for lunch. Unfortunately, we were in formation, and he didn't notice the first sergeant heading toward him.

After the first sergeant asked him what he was talking about, he sent my friend to a tree in front of the orderly, told him to start humping the tree and to let all of us know how it was. He told him the "extra activity" would whet his appetite a little better!

And, as anyone who had been to Fort Knox, Ky., at any time of the year will testify, the worst things about it were three hills: Agony, Misery and good ole Heartbreak.