2nd Louie, and the bud patch....

Ok, so the year is 1984, the place is somewhere overseas....  We had just gotten a brand spanking new 2nd Louie.  (2nd LT.), still had the new Louie smell..  He was assigned to our platoon, the the new platoon leader.  Now the old joke in the Army was, what is the difference between a 2nd Louie, and a PFC?? the PFC has been promoted twice.  2nd LT = book knowledge, no real time experience.  Anyway, our platoon SGT was an E-7 SFC, ex-Vietnam Vet.  Tons of experience.   The Lt wanted to take his (NEW) platoon on a long range recon, and assured the SFC that "he had this!!"  and he wanted to lead the platoon...  ok is anyone seeing a potential problem starting to arise?   So here we go, after about 5 hours, the SFC stops the patrol, and decided to have a word with the 2nd LT.  we were a "bit" off course.  The LT told the Sarge, that we were making better time by going this route.. The SGT tried to explain, that not "all" the landscape is safe to traverse.  To this the LT responded, that "his" troops, were tested airborne infantry, and could handle any terrain, and to let him lead the patrol!  with a sly grin the SGT followed orders from a (superior ranking, and inferior intelligence officer).  a little while later as we are trudging along, there comes this very distinct odor.....  and anyone that has ever been within 20 feet of a small plastic baggie containing "buds" know what i am describing here.  Hemp, tijuana tomatoe plants, mary Jane, so many colorful names.  The shiny new LT has no idea what this is, doesn't even notice that we are in the smack dab middle of an extremely well cultivated crop, of approximately 8-9 foot plants.  The smell was overwhelming.  Finally the SFC comes foward, (he had been following the patrol from the rear) (probably to keep from strangling the LT), and pulled the LT aside and explained to him where we were, and what the "Unique Flora" that we were all standing in was..... So the LT had no idea what to do... The SFC took over and got us the hell out of "Columbian" territory, and a safe distance away.  The SFC got us all in a proper formation, with all our gear.  He said he "understood" how trampling through that stuff, it could "possibly" stick to clothes, pockets, and gear.  He an the LT were going to go over the little ridge for about 15 minutes, when they got back we were having a full blown field inspection, all gear unloaded, and laid out for inspection on poncho's, and all troops would be in their skivvies only for this inspection..   All you could see for the first five minutes was thos pretty leaves and buds hitting the ground, behind the formation.  when it was all said and done, and the inspection completed, i would guess at perhaps 20-25 pounds of it lay in a heap, behind the formation, (so as not to incriminate) anyone....  that stuff is so sticky.. you would never have guessed that much would "stick" to clothing, and work it's way inside ruck sacks.   after we were all cleared, the SFC honor reclaimed, the LT proving that he was the idiot we all expected.... we continued on with the objective... The SFC in the lead.....