Any platoon members out there? Some fond memories: !st night field day, a recruit urinating out the 2nd floor window onto a passing DI; falling out by scrambling out the 2nd floor fire exit, breaking the railing and half the platoon jumping to the ground; Brasso, getting the lacquer off your belt buckle; rifle issue: #5113166, a brand-new, out- of- the crate International Harvester Garand (I requested that I be transferred with my rifle three times, OK'ed every time. I now have a match M1 but the IH was "my" rifle.) scraping the stock with my bayonet to get the tool marks out, and ready for the endless linseed oil treatment; rough-side out boots and boondockers, working up to a spit shine with polish and the base of the little bottle that held black lacquer to paint anything that wasn't shined brass (like brass fittings on 782 gear); C rations with Lucky Strikes in the khaki green WWII packaging; light one and you had a flare going; (What is the idea of dated canned goods? Marines from the 50s and 60s know they're good for at least 15-20 years); ham and limas, canned spaghetti (which I grew to love, much to my wife's dismay). Thank you, Chef Boyardee, for continuing a great tradition of fine dining; mutton in the messhall, the smell would gag a maggot (or at least remind you of a wet dog); Tons of memories and some of the proudest moments of my life.