Yes. And the stars on windows--gold for soldiers who had died in battle, blue for those still alive.
I was in my teens but very much involved.
Every week I joined a small group of women at a hospital where we wrapped bandages to be sent overseas. The finished bandages were then sterialized in an autoclave at the hospital. I also knit scarves to be sent.
We lived just outside the city limits so when I had a date I spent the night in town with a relative so my date wouldn't have to use up rationed gas to drive all the way to my house. My dad had a Victory Garden and Mother canned food for the winter from it. And everyone was buying bonds.
We girls danced with soldiers at the USO and visited them at our local federal hospital.
We had double features at the movies. Betwern features, lights went on, a musician played a patriotic song on a piano while the movie-goers stood and sang as the words moved across the screen. We also watched war pictures of actual battles. I remember mostly air strikes, a lot of bombing, firey planes going down and parachutes floating through the sky.
There was a strong feeling of comradery, everyone pulling together. When the war ended, we had a parade in my town. As soldiers marched down the street, girls ran towards them. Some grabbed the girls and kissed them.
The war was awful! All wars are awful. If the ones who wage them had to fight them, there would surely be far fewer of them.
Also, it's a pity to have lost that feeling of camaraderie.