The Air Force not only makes up words and phrases (e.g., brain bucket for crash helmet) . . . .

They handymanned all week. And every night Grandad would come in with rosy cheeks and a huge appetite and compliment my mom on what a great cook she was.

For suffering under a Muslimistic/Hinduistic/Buddhistic/ Jewishistic/ quasi Christianistic regime of primary spiritualistic essences, they might well ask: Where was my father when I needed him?

Iceland moss growing in a mat