My husband went into the Navy soon after we were married. Boot camp, then assignment to meteorology school at an Air Force base in Illinois. I went with him and we rented a small apartment.
He had to wear the dungaree uniform to school every day - blue pants and a blue shirt, both of which were required to be ironed in a particular way, which he had learned in boot camp. On the day before the first day of class, he asked me to iron his clothes for school. I think I had ironed one leg when he said it was wrong - there could be no "railroad tracks" going down the front crease. So I handed him the iron and told him since he had the training, it was his job now. After that, he has always ironed his own clothes, unless he was in a hurry and needed help.
There are *so* many other things I'd rather do than iron. Underwear? Sheets? Sorry, no