Ol' Sgt. Mason used to love getting all up in the trainee's face's when they had to go on sick call because they picked up a dose of the clap from a prostitute at one of the club's in Leesville, La. He would would get nose-to-nose, eyeball to eyeball with them, flash his big toothy grin and tell them thanks for their donation to his personal savings account. He said if they didn't believe him to just write down the serial numbers of their money the next time they go there and he would show it to them in formation the next morning.