Right first time....
The squadron we supported. Half the year they were with us in ChCh, where they had their hangars and mechanics, the other half they were in Port Hueneme, California.
They lived in the hotel next to us...they took up an entire wing. Very lucrative deal for the hotel, which was about the level of a good Holiday Inn, swimming pool, bar, restaurant.
The amusing part was their success with local women, and the results thereof. Every now and then I'd get a call from someone in town, trying to track down his or her father, who was always "a pilot" with VXE-6, named "Ted" or "Fred," who came from "a large city" like Los Angeles or Chicago, and did we have a record of him?
I had to resist the urge to say, "The biggest lie told that evening was not, 'Oh, darling, you're the greatest, I love you,' or 'No, babe, I'm not married, I'll call you,' I'm afraid."
Some day they should build a statue in Christchurch showing a US Navy sailor strangling a New Zealand girl (who is strangling him back), with the following caption of explanation:
Sailor: "What do you mean, you're pregnant?"
Girl: "What do you mean, you've got a wife in San Diego?"