We few, we happy few, we band of brothers, for who ever serves with me shall be my brother.
May God bless them all, past, present, and future.
Dad was Army, and an old man (30) at the start of WWII. He served in the China, Burma, India theatre, and the occupation of Japan in '46.
Brother was a Marine, survived the seige at Khe Sahn, only to be wounded outside the Army base at Dak To.
I had quite a few different, ahem, "all inclusive vacations" courtesy of the Marines since enlisting in '74, and remaining a reservist until '89.
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