I've been surprised that, over here in America, no one has yet sued the U.S. Army for forcing them to smoke. Here's the way it worked when I went in the Army in 55, that's 1955, not 1855. At the train depot, heading for a 24 hour ride to our training base, our segeant gave us each $20 and two packs of Camels. I'd never smoked before, but 24 hours I was a veteran. For the next 8 weeks of basic training, several time a day you would hear: "Smoke Break! Smoke 'em you got 'em! Police Call if you don't" Police call meant you had to crawl on your hands and knees and pick up other people's cigarette butts. One quickly learned it was better to smoke than not! Bob