My two great aunts were hoofers on the Orpheum Circuit in Vaudeville, and both WACs.
My Uncle served in Patton's Army, in the group who ran out of fuel in the movie. He survived by playing dead.
My dad was the head of a ground crew for bombers in Italy. The ordinance was delivered in large wooden crates, so he kept his crew busy building. First, Officer's Quarters (of course), then quarters, then a rec area, furniture, a darkroom (he said one of their hobbies was photography), and famously, a hot outdoor shower.
He had the crew raise an unusable fuselage tank, then drilled a hole and ran a tube through a gasoline-drip fire* to keep it warm. The joke was, every time a muckety-muck visited, he'd already heard about the shower...and just had to check it out.
Thanks to all who served.
*The year before he passed, my older brother and I found dad's original design, replete with the fire. I remember my brother and I giving each other that TF? look when dad explained it.
"I'm hoping Ossoff wins the nomination"
I'm hoping for the sloppiest sounding ticket in history:
Ossoff-Slotkin
Ideally, they'll have to hand out napkins with the flyers.