The grunts called him "Old Blood and Guts"… your blood, his guts…
Fugoff… I like Patton…
just relating something my dad told me.
He was a Captain from '39-'45.
2 bronze stars and a purple heart.
Artillery. Went behind enemy lines to lay
wire and coordinates.
Killed Germans in hand to hand combat.
Took a bayonet through his knee.
Fug your "pensive" bullshiit…
Not normal for me to respond but
I admit i over reacted. My bad.
90% of what I know about my dads
ww2 experience is from his crazy
fighter pilot brother.
My dad didn't talk about it.
He did have a lot of nightmares.
Back to lurking. (Since 12/17.)
Sorry for the interruption.
The only plausible esplanation in my
mind is that we are in fact watching a
movie and the lunacy and ridiculousness
will continue until we reach critical mass
for the great awakening.
Or…. we are all gonna die by guillotine.
Thoughts are things.
Forever.
Think positively.
Thoughtfully.
Prayerfully.
Be a positron, not a negatron.