Here's a few personal memories that my Dad told me about General Curtis LeMay, the BIG boss of the Strategic Air Command in the early '50s.
My Dad was a flight engineer in Boeing KC-97 tankers in the early days of of the first truly operational SAC refueling squadrons in the early '50s. Upon a new assignment to a base in Texas, for some reason, my Dad's group did not have their uniforms and flight gear forwarded to them in time. An inspection by General LeMay was upcoming, so my Dad's crew went down to the local Sears Roebuck store and bought overalls and plaid flannel shirts and showed up the next morning in front of their KC-97 in their new attire, ready for inspection. Believe me, General LeMay was not at all happy; they all got a real ass-chewing!
In order to receive "flight pay," USAF officers needed to log at least 4 hours a month (I believe this is the correct count). General LeMay often bumped my Dad's normal command pilot in the KC-97s to get his required monthly hours. While everybody else wore their "50-mission crush" hats, General LeMay always wore his hat with the stiffener installed, looking like some kind of Russian infantry general. He was the only one that did this while flying. I don't know what the directives were regarding in-flight smoking at the time, but he A-L-W-A-Y-S, and I do mean A-L-W-A-Y-S, had a big cigar chomped in his jaws, sometimes lit, sometimes not. He had a simply huge command presence though, to be sure. Good times!