Troll Tender.
Hey, I was in fifth grade in Hampton, VA in 1969 cause my Daddy got transferred from Vandenberg for a year to work on the Lunar Landing Module. The P and M let us kids stay up late to watch Neal Armstrong.
You shoulda' stopped by for some beers.
Drill Instructor got us up at zero dark thirty, on the grinder(a place to march) at the rifle range, in our skivvies and flip-flops, to wave at Neil Armstrong...