I had a fellow Eugene from Detroit in my squad in the Nam. His dad was a Detroit PD. Would send a case of Strohs every month. We drank it ambient temp naturally.
He also sent, broken down into three separate packages, a 1911 with holster and 50 rounds.
Eugene was a grenadier w/M79. But 1911A1s were in short supply.
Worthless REMF snapped them up before a line Infantryman could get one.
M’effers!
Gene went home with a punji stake wound. Thru and thru on his lower leg. Took both his and my field dressing to cover it, front, back.