Fresh out of high school, clean-cut from Nevada, Iowa, in June 1953. U.S. Naval Training Center, San Diego, CA, during June-July-August-September. It's HOT!...and those Navy white-hats do nothing to protect your ears, neck, and face from that blistering CA sun. Chief Glassey marched Co. 161 all over the grinder, each with our "piece" (M1 rifle). Occasionally there was a "Company Halt! Order Arms! Parade Rest!" Awwww...more sunbathing!?
Some time later, "The Smoking Lamp is lit! Smokers fall out!" I watched the smokers lollygag around under the palm trees, or in the shade of a building many times---while I stood and baked. Eventually I said to myself, "My Boy---you better take 7 cents, get yourself to the Gedunk and buy you a pack of smokes!" (Course if you fall out with the smokers---you gotta smoke 'em!)
13 years later, after trying to quit----a hundred times???----I finally got the job done! No desire and no smokes since March 26,1967! Thank Heaven!

Martin N. Ogden, HM3(& Pharmacist), just retired after 51 years