I think mine has a lot to do with nutrition and rest and keeping my days routine.
I have a tendency to go to the bar every now and then and at 51 I have to admit that I cannot hold beer as well as I could like when I was an 18 year old recruit doing Basic Training in Fort Jackson, South Carolina.
Lol, on weekend we'd all go down to the company tavern and drink those 3.5 Pabst Blue Ribbons for 35 cents a cup, yeah those real tall white paper cups. Come Sunday night have of the platoon had to be carried back to the barracks by the MP's. I think only me the 4 squad leaders and a few other recruits with homegrown gizzards could actually stagger back to the barracks and make it to our bunks to prepare ourselvers for Monday.
3:30am reville.
that's no Full Metal Jacket.