My Uncle Jim was a Seabee in WW2. He was a tuff *** and he he told more than once ,that he was,with a grin. Chewed Mail Pouch. I chewed Beechnut. He told me that ain't chewing tobacco, with a grin. He did run out one day and came to me and asked for a chew. I gave him the pouch. He just smiled ,I loved that guy. He traded a P-38 which he bought back from WW2, to my Dad for and old Ford 32 hot rod. My Aunt went thru the roof. My Uncle did not give a ^^^^. I could write a book 'bout my people. He was a tuff man. He did not take ^^^^ off no one. Them Seabees are tuff men.