… here goes: I’ll try to keep it brief!
When I was made and delivered here in the USA – thanks Mom – most young men were on ships heading across the seas – it was 1942 – and the world was at war.
I’ve been to the Manilla cemetery – I was there on a Sunday – that was my day off. I worked hard; never did anything but try my darndest to get my job done. I worked for/with a man who was wounded in the Korean war – he/we didn’t mess around for ourself – we got the job done!
I’ve got kids who still talk to/with me… and grandkids who I simply value more than the morning sun… and darn near everything else… except the Man on the Cross.
That about all folks… my few words about my life. Can I make mistakes? Yes, and I do! I have no problem with that fact. I do wonder… find it difficult to accept – why we the people pay anyone… anything for whatever they do… to be part of this wonderful gathering based entirely on… freedom and individual/collective responsibility – “We the People of the United States” –
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