After my stint of active duty, I joined the Army National Guard which, for me, involved lots of driving in convoys around the good old U.S.A. I don't know if it was out of gratitude for what soldiers do or if they just liked men in uniform, but it was rare (at least in the 70's and 80's) if our convoy wasn't flashed by ladies in passing cars. We all had 2-way radios in our trucks, so if one of us was flashed, the info (along with the vehicle discription) was passed up and down the line so everyone would be on the lookout for it.
As a public affairs specialist, I always had a camera hanging from my neck, which almost always made me a recipient of a prolonged flash by the lady in question (usually with her shirt pulled up enough to hide her face). Of course, as soon as I set up the darkroom, I was expected to make multiple copies of all the photos I took available for the rest of the guys.
This was before digital photography was available and unfortunately, the negatives were not my property so I could not keep them, but I had built up quite the collection of photos over the years. Even those are gone now, the album long destroyed by an exwife.
I wonder where all those negatives are now.
