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Oh Yeah?My Military Guy On The War Bitch


Anybody scares the crap out of my wife (I have numerous DoD-stickered cars) will find themselves ‘keyed’. By the sharp end of a key protruding from between the fingers of my fist.

Grrrrrrr. When my father was in Vietnam, my mother would get calls late at night. Not good calls. When the day came that a telegram got delivered (he was wounded, not badly) it became apparent it was some neighbors. They called to express their delight that the NVA had scored.

It may be a Naval jack – and I’m a retired soldier – but, “Don’t Tread On Me!”


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