Sure do remember Nellies tit. Climbed it in my greens after some fresh boot as we all were at the time called a troop handler "Sarge" which didn't sit too well with him. When liberty came around the whole damned platoon from Dog Company in greens or utilities was right faced and marched to the base of the tit and then kindly asked to climb to the top. It was great fun. I spent the rest of the night pulling stickers and weeds out of my greens and then repolishing my dress shoes. I can't remember the Sgt's name right now but, it does come across my 68 year old mind now and then. Yet, despite this and other forms of torture I would do it over again. Semper Fi. Rich Bisetti
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