I join the Army in 1970. I was 152 lbs, 5 ft 10 in. I thought I was fat at the time. Now at 65 I weigh in at 225 lbs. How times change. But I digress. A few weeks into Basic I was walking through the barracks by myself and ran into the company sergeant major, WWII-Vietnam. He stopped me. Gave me the once over. Grabbed me by the "love handles" and said "we're gonna sweat that off you boy". Only thing that saved me was his next question, "US or RA?" I said, RA.