Speaking of the mile, all the E-7s I knew were in 75-76-77, and they were all heavily hung, front line hard core infantrymen. Some of them, I didn't talk back to out of straight up fear. I don't remember any bad knees, and I don't remember a single one of them that was the least bit out of shape until I got to Campbell. That was where I saw the first E-7 that didn't look like an E-7 should oughta look.