I remember spending some time at Pusan. We got of the ship early and like any good sailors in port, we had beers in our hands before noon. We were out somewhere on the base somewhere drinking our beers when an older guy out for is morning jog in his PT gear passed by. He looked at us and said: "don't be throwing your trash on my lawn" My buddies and I looked at each other but didn't respond to this guy calling the base his lawn because we weren't sure who he was. We later learned that he was the CSM for Camp Hialeah so I guess it really was "his lawn".