My Dad was in WWII, crew chief with the 9th Air Force, he flew 28 missions over Nazi-held territory. He was stationed for awhile in Benghazi (of all places) flying missions against the Nazis in Eastern Europe. When the war in Europe ended he was sent back to the states to retrain on B-29's for the invasion of Japan. Then that war ended, and as he had less than 35 missions, he got sent back to Europe for a year with the occupation force.
My brother was in the Army and I was in the Navy. Both of my uncles were in Korea, one in the Air Force and one in the Navy.
Pretty much all males in my family do a tour in the military, but none make it a career.
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"Hike up your skirt and grow a dick you fucking crybaby" -what Bunion said to Harry at the top of The Headwaters
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