My old Plt Sgt who still lives in the area called me up a few months back and told me that. Sad, it was a J-Ville icon, now in the history books with the Brown Bagger (Fight Club before it was cool), T-Birds (Fight Club with AIDS riddled whores cheering) and the Lucky Lady (buy-me-dwinky whores).
We always referred to the Driftwood as the "Running Password" as that's what it was for us back then, our Bn had quite the affinity for the Dirtwood. Nobody could remember the challenge and PW on a daily basis, but dammit if everyone didn't have an easy as hell time remembering Driftwood for the running. In the bush, those tits and asses shaking to the likes of G&R and Mötley Crüe were always on our minds.