First of all --

WARNING: OLD GEEZER WAR STORY FOLLOWS.
Fall of 1970 and I'm the assistant operations officer for 636th Transportation Brigade, Army Reserve, operating out of Ft. Hayes. I present the new CO, a VPI (now Va Tech) grad, just moved in from Richmond to work at DCSC, with our training schedule showing drill on the second Saturday in November.
"Why do you have us drilling on the 2nd weekend in November instead of the third?"
"Because that's the Michigan game, Sir."
"Nonsense. We drill on the third weekend every month and that's when we'll drill in November."
"Begging the Colonel's pardon, but you won't have anyone show up, Sir."
We argued back and forth until he pulled rank and insisted I change the schedule.
On the third Saturday of Novemeber, 1970 he showed up, myself and four other staff officers and the Sergeant Major and a handful of troops showed up. The switchboard could not handle all the calls of guys coughing and sneezing into the phone to tell us they were too sick to make it. We were dismissed at noon and I was told not to schedule drill on the third Saturday in November the next year, "Captain, I had no idea this was such a big deal."
C'est la guerre.