When I got to Herzo Base in March of 1965, I walked into the mess hall with a couple of other new guys.The whole place erupted. Guys started banging their trays and yelling,"weeds,weeds,weeds!" You see we had just crossed the big pond and still had seaweed on us! Guys would jump up and yell "four days and a wake up." Another guy would jump up and yell "three days and a wake up you weed."This went on until the "shortest" weed was identified (usually someone going home or getting out that day).I suddenly realized I was no longer in Kansas.Welcome to Bizzaro (Herzo) Base.