MY Uncle Rube, (MY Favorite uncle who also was my Godfather) was 2 years younger than my Dad and was drafted into the navy in 1917 and so my father enlisted right away in the NAVY in order to keep watch over his brother. My Dad was a very well-built male and felt responsible for his younger siblings. The story goes they had to carry 50 pound sacks from one end of the ship and drop them into a barge alongside the ship. My Dad would take his brother's load every 2nd time around and the officer stated to my Dad that you look different every time you come around and my Dad would give some crazy answer. For over 30 years I heard the same story and remember how my Dad and Uncle laughed so hard when they remembered the officer's face. My uncle was sent over to France on a cruiser and my Dad was assigned to a sub-chaser which held about 8 sailors. Their job was to sail the Virginia coastline searching for German submarines (never saw one) and then have one day off every month but the cook got Sunday off every week. The story goes like this: the cook made coffee on Monday morning in a percolator and never dumped the coffee grounds. Every morning he would just add more ground coffee to the pot and by Sunday it was not only very strong but was terrible tasting. As soon as the cook went ashore on Sunday morning my Dad would empty the pot, scrub it and the whole procedure was re-enacted until the end of the war. The cook never mentioned anything about the pot being clean and neither did my Dad.