What moron thinks up this crap?
Funny story. My daughter was in the Army and went into labor at Fort Riley. The admissions clerk demanded to know the name of her “sponsor”. My daughter tried telling her “me”.
“No, dear”, the clerk replied, “I need the name of your sponsor, your husband”. At this point my daughter pointed down with both index fingers to her fatigues and tried to get the clerk to realize that SHE was the soldier. Finally it dawned on the clerk. “Oh. Nevermind” and admitter her.