When my husband and I had been married about a year we were stationed at Naval Air Station Whidbey, north of Seattle. We were really young, (18 & 20) and were poor finding our way. We had both been leaders in high school and pretty confident. This was 1967 and we were living with our baby in a trailer park,
One day I came home from the store to find my husband cornered by two watchtower women.
Finally one visit came and they lit into me about wearing lipstick. I asked them about their husbands’ rank and rate. She replied that he is a lifer. I asked her why her religion thought that was alright. I said that it seems to me that being a professional killer is worst than lipstick.
She really didn’t like that and went away.