My earliest memory? Well, let’s see… I think it was about 1917. We were in France. Some o’ the fellas, they heard about a brothel where the girls do this thing with their mouth. The place didn’t look like much on the outside but, boy I tell ya, those floors shined like the ones back at boot camp. Drinks were had in the lounge, cards were played, music was heard and there was this voice… it was sweet