I was busy going around my neighborhood with my little red wagon collecting newspapers and metal objects to turn in for the war effort.
It was 'my job' to cut off the ends of cans and flatten them, feeling SO important and useful.
In a neighborhood of all boys, I, too, dug foxholes in empty lots, and our Cowboys and Indians turned into War Games.
Suppose all these things contributed to my going into the Marine Corps!! LOL