When I was a broke-ass private in the mid 1980's - every taxi cab and gut truck in the Fort Bragg area was operated by a "SGM from 5th Group back in Nam"
My mother had an older cousin who had retired out of Bragg, an O4. He was not 'special' anything, had been an infantryman in and out of airborne, and his last billet was with the 18th abn corps which is why he retired in Fayetteville (he was in WW2, so he was older and had been out a minute). In the early 80s, I must have been around 11, 12 or so, my mom and I went to Fayetteville to visit, us being a couple hours away. At the time I was really starting to get into the military life, was collecting old badges, patches, crests, etc. He gave me a bunch, and took me around to some of the other houses in his neighborhood. To a young boy not even a teenager, a lot of what these men did was beyond my capacity to understand. Among them was a guy who had been in the OSS and was on a Jedburgh team, a handful of MACV-SOG guys, and he introduced me to this old man, a retired general, Yarborough. All were great guys, all scavenged a patch or two for me. Years later when I was in college my mom's cousin was in failing health and we made the drive again, and I thanked him profusely for what he did for me. By then I knew.
I guess the moral to my long-ass story, Fayetteville, Southern Pines/Pinehurst, is like Forest Gump's box of chocolates. Yeah, every old man was a "SGM from 5th Group back in Nam", but every now and again they told the truth.