My late father always celebrated the day. He was a WWII US Navy veteran of the war in the Pacific and had a lot of friends from OZ and NZ. He had Yorktown shot out from under him, served on many islands as a young communications officer, then he was on Yorktown II, getting ready for the invasion of Japan. He loved the A-Bomb!
After a third toast he would sing Friggin in the Riggin, then he would shed a tear for his friends departed.
