A story of amazing fitness: I remember running in formation, 60-plus boots and utilities watching my platoon commander. He would run backwards around the platoon shouting expletives while smoking a cigarette, lapping us for the duration!

A funny story: I remember foot locker inspections. If we failed, it got dumped out and we did our manual of arms rifle drill with the footlocker. It wasn't funny at the time, but years later the absurdity of it makes me laugh. Right shoulder, arms!