The good old days of starching your fatigues (not utilities) so much thay almost stood up by themselves! During my 6 months of munitions and weapons school, I was in the infamous “40th Squadron” at Lowry Air Base outside of Denver. This kind of pressing was the norm. The 40th even had their own haircut at the base barber shop, you’d go in and just tell the barber, “give me a 4oth” and he’d scalp the crap out of you.

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