My mother was a 16-year-old Red Cross Volunteer in 1943.
She was always very proud of the fact that she was tasked with driving a 2-ton ambulance truck from Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington DC to a rehabilitation center in Ridgecrest, North Carolina carrying 6 soldiers who were recovering from wounds into the mountains to recuperate.
Sixteen-year-old girls were different in those days. I didn't even think about the gusts of good-natured chaff she had to put up with from those soldiers on that trip until she hinted at it when she was in her 80s ... !
She ended up marrying a career sailor in 1951 so it probably wasn't too bad ...
LannisI don't take health advice from people who think the world is overpopulated.