And ever service man or soldier that wanted a smoke, more than earned every one of them.
Can’t say that today I don’t think.
When my Dad was in a foxhole on Sugar Loaf Hill in the middle of the night, he wanted a cigarette but all of his matches were wet. He managed to light a cigarette from a flare which had landed nearby.
Fortunately he later quit smoking or he would not have lived as long as he did.