I was a stoned hippie during the 1970's. I grew up just outside of Great Lakes Naval Base. Mom was a waitress at the officers club.
I worked for an office supply company. One day I delivered a filing cabinet to an office on the base. I couldn't believe my eyes when the guy in the office was this guy I'd seen in pictures. Even then I felt humbled.
That's my war story.
Last edited by max503; 06-25-2020 at 11:35 PM.
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