No. Captain chelloveck...with a pair of socks on my feet...and a pair of socks drying and a spare in reserve. On ops I usually slept with the spare dry socks on, and changing back into my other socks if i had to put my boots on and they were wet. Sometimes I would sleep with my damp pair close to my skin so my bodyheat would dry them out. Keeping feet dry is an important aspect of keeping feet in good condition. I found that pawpaw ointment was useful for helping abrasions and minor cuts to heal.
Absolutely. Liner socks take the place of ladies stockings. And foot glide works also. - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00115UN9Q/?tag=survivalmonke-20 I just wanted to add, never use this stuff on the bottom of your feet or you'll end up swimming in your boots and cause more problems than it's worth. A little dab on the heel or top of foot on hot spots and you're set.
Don't get jealous of officers... For me a nice clean ejection seat worked... most of the time... and then bike or line truck....
Twenty years and many hundreds of miles under a combat load. (Bought my own pack frame after a worn out issue frame pad wore holes through my uniform and chewed holes in my back!) I had heard all sorts of sock combinations for marches. Black dress socks inside white tube socks, two and three pairs of green GI socks, etc, etc. My boots fit best the way I wore them every day. One pair of GI green cushion sole socks with the rough side out. I still wear all my socks "inside out" like this. So there was no magic sock combination that worked for me, but somewhere in the early stages of a Marine Corps Combat Readiness Evaluation, when I was a Lance Corporal, somebody told me the secret that kept me blister free for my entire career. Grease your feet. It was that simple. Reduce friction and you get no blisters. I'd slather my feet with a nice thick coating of petroleum jelly and then carefully roll my socks up over them. It really felt squishy for the first quarter mile or so, but after that it was just comfortable. My units were very competitive in any forced march event, and the combination of sadistic senior enlisted and athletic college boy officers made most of our marches into 20 mile run events. I loved every minute of it, and the Corpsmen who checked our feet at intervals would marvel at my soft pink feet with zero hot spots or blisters. I was the third oldest in my class at The Basic School, and it was a challenge physically. Days when everyone was groaning about forced marches were my easy days. A breeze with my feet greased up and inside out socks.