The vulgar anatomical name for the cap was pretty universal among the enlisted lowlifes (of which I was one) during the Korean war days, but my dad went to France in 1918, and his guys called it the “Go to Hell Hat”. Never have found anyone else that remembered the name.
“...[M]y dad went to France in 1918, and his guys called it the “Go to Hell Hat”. Never have found anyone else that remembered the name.”
I remember the name. I used to try and get all the first hand recollections I could from WWI vets when young. Great men. Cheerful and fun loving, many of them, even in old age and declining health.
“You might forget the gas and shells, Parley-voo.
You might forget the gas and shells, Parley-voo.
You might forget the groans and yells
But you’ll never forget the mademoiselles,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.
Mademoiselle from Armentieres, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentieres, Parley-voo?
Just blow your nose, and dry your tears,
We’ll all be back in a few short years,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.”
God bless our vets, then and now, dead and living, may He bless each and every one.