At my first ever job I worked with a guy that spent time in Alaska while in the Seabees. He said he and a buddy after imbibing in a few adult beverages stole the commandants staff car flagged (which means the officer is in the vehicle and demands a salute) and drove up and down in front of the base theater. Luckily they never got caught. That would have been sometime in the early 50's as I started my first paying job in 1957 with the Railway Postal Transportation Service (railroad post office, I worked in a mail terminal, later merged with the USPO) after I decided that being a farmer wasn't going to make my prosperous.
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