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This is a story from my late grandfather who served in the Army Air Corp during WWII. He was stationed on a small island in the South Pacific, mostly flying supplies into places like Pelilieu. At the time, the troops would receive alcohol with their rations, with the choice of either a case of beer or a bottle of whiskey.

Everyone was excited to receive their booze, but drinking warm beer just isn’t quite the same as a cracking open a cold brew on a hot, humid, tropical island day. Only problem was that the only refrigeration units on the island were used to store the food, not for personal use.

Now my grandfather, being a pilot and at the time I believe a Captain, decided the men could

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