Lol, during WWII my Dad was "billeted" in a movie star's home perched on a cliff on Catalina Island. The movie stars were "doing their part" for the war effort.
He said it was hard to pay for his own drink in the bars in the evening if he lingered on the mainland.
Each day he arose and took a ferry (iirc) to the mainland to his day job teaching swabbies (Navy) naval engineering, and each day he went into his commander's office and begged/demanded to be posted to combat duty in the South Pacific.
But he was more valuable teaching others his knowledge as he was a grad of the New York State Maritime Academy.
This went on for one entire year, at which time his boss finally relented and off to combat he went.
My Dad saw his sister ship,
a fleet oiler, blown up by a kamikaze sub that snuck into
Ulithi lagoon in 1944, where virtually the entire Pacific fleet was harbored.
My Dad set foot on Japanese soil
before the armistice was signed, taking the still functioning light rail from Yokohama Naval Base into Tokyo.
Somewhere, I have TINY "Liberty" pics my of my Dad with a group of other officers in Tokyo, all over 6 foot and clean and Navy smart with a comically cliche 5'4" Japaneese guide in a tattered uni, and also a pic he took of row after row of unfinished midget kamikaze submarines at the base.