Ok, this is going to sound like I'm stereotyping...

but it's just 'fact'. When I graduated from basic training in the Army one of my platoon friends, from Tennessee, brought out a milk jug with 'moonshine'. We were restricted to the base... no one in, no one out, so I have no idea how he got it on base... hell, maybe he had a still hidden on the rifle range... I don't know.

I took a sip and I thought my esophagus had caught fire and my eyes had popped out of my head. He was drinking it by the paper cup full.... I don't recall anyone else being able to handle more than a sip.

We pronounced him the 'winner'.