I have mentioned getting in trouble as a kid because the only verses I knew to the tune of 'My Bonney" is “Danang Lullaby”. sigh I will confess that one of my earliest memories is sitting on the kitchen table being taught to roll craps by my Dad and some of his army buddies. [the 60s were when emo guitar playing teachers liked to have sing alongs in class …oops. I also knew different lyrics to “Puff the Magic Dragon” that are a bit non-PC to say the least.]
[And I will mention that military kids of the past when shoved into a community that is non-military can have a rather unpleasant childhood. When you are in a military housing complex, you tend to find mutual support, there was a time when all the other kids at school thought that either my dad was dead [half orphan is ok] or my mom was divorced [not good in the 60s.] and the older kids of the time would call my dad a murderer and the usual anti military garbage that their parents and older siblings spouted thanks to the whole Vietnam War protest garbage. That was a very bad time to be a military dependent and not living in housing.]