I offer you a greeting of chilled vodka, rye bread and salt, at my front door.
My father came from Kretinga and my mother came from Kaunas but she was an army brat so they moved around.
Imagine my mother tagging alongside her father who was a decorated WWI veteran standing for inspection, maybe 1930. She would have been maybe 4 years old. When the unit commander gave the at-ease command, she called back "May we smoke?" That drew a laugh from the unit.
My grandfather received the highest military honor for leading a unit that chased the Bolsheviks back to the Russian border in 1918. He was born in January 1900.
In America in the 1950s one common insult was "Ahh your mother wears Army boots." Yes my mother DID wear Army boots. Once when she was young she complained to her father about her hair getting too long so he marched her to the army barber and she got a military haircut.