uh may I say duh, it’s a culture not a sentence
Looks a lot better than when I was a kid. During the 1950âs we were a family of five and the breadwinner was an E-5. My father did the best he could but it was difficult. The commissary and BX were saviors but to this day I won’t eat mac and cheese or spaghetti (couldn’t afford the meat so the sauce was just tomato). My Father came from a farm family and we almost starved row cropping.
One day my pickup would not start. I was parked in a strip mall and far enough away from home that I thought I was going to have to call for a tow.
While I was looking under the hood, a young soldier, he turned out to be from Kansas, stopped and helped. He soon discovered the problem was the starter relay. We got it cranked and I simply left it running at the parts store and bought a new relay.
Sort of changes your opinion of them, when they save you from trouble.