Must be the one I found near Fort Benning. Named him Boo, and taught him to sit up and beg for cheese. One day six months later a woman came by my front porch and said, "That's my cat." She called him by whatever name she had given her missing cat, but Boo just sat there. Tried it again. He moved behind me and sat back down. So I turned and said, "Boo, sit up!" and he sat up and begged. She went away. I went in the house and got some cheese. When we moved back up north, he ran away.
Fort Benning, probably not. Fort Stewart, possible. This was in Statesboro.