"[Currahee was more a hill than a mountain, but it rose 1,000 feet above the parade ground and dominated the landscape.] A few minutes later, someone blew a whistle. We fell in, were ordered to change to boots and athletic trunks, did so, fell in again--and then ran most of the three miles to the top and back down again." They lost some men that first day. Within a week, they were running--or at least double-timing--all the way up and back."