Singlehandedly supporting the beer industry. That's significant!
Back in about 1961 or 62, I was stationed at Clark Air Base in the Philippines. In my squadron, we could check out our liberty cards at 1200 and had to have them back at the CQ’s desk by 2100. My buddy and I decided to “shoot for qualification” one day. We checked out our passes and broke for the main gate. Ed, maybe 22 years old and of average height/weight. I was 19, “husky.” By the time we were able to catch a jeepney back to “Checkpoint Charlie” (as the main gate was known then), Ed had consumed 27 bottles of San Miguel, and I had downed 24. It was a while before either of us could touch another beer.