Saturday, August 28, 2010

I sat with some of the vet's from WWII

Dad never missed a convention unless he was dying. Doctors can be a bitch when it comes to plans. Anyhow, the spit those fellers have, straightened my hair.

You stand your mother fuckin asses up with a shoot to kill range loaded for bear. And here you come! That's the lives of combat where everyone was the hero. Fucking ballsey mother fuckers if there ever were! We've gott'm. I don't be suggest'n sup of any order stoppin the call to solidify!

The men I talked to, knew who the fuck was leadin'm before they got there. Yes, honor his orders or what the, fuck up the chain of command. They got the job done, faster!

Yeah, Americans fought that WAR

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