"Soldier, Sailor,Frogman, Spy. Airman, Gangster, Kill or Die" by Giles Milton.
Yet another collection of individual experiences on D Day. Easy reading but nothing new on the topic.
I've quit buying anything. I turned 75 in August and see no further reason to accumulate "stuff/Trash" to leave for the undertaker. Have good time collecting your treasures, "youngin's".
I say this with humor and good will toward all of you.
I am just starting to read They were Soldiers by Joseph L. Galloway.
It profiles forty eight who served during the war, Their war experiences, the responses they received upon returning home, and the astonishing contributions they made in the following years.
I have a nice stash of the real Field and Stream from the 1960's. I pulled a bowl full from its slumber this afternoon and smoked it in an old 1930's Kaywoodie prince. Always a treat.
Fibber McGee and Molly "14th and Oak" Nearly every business they visited was located there and whenever Fibber met someone downtown that was always the location.
“And finally, in our time a beard is the one thing that a woman cannot do better than a man, or if she can her success is assured only in a circus.”
― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
It wasn't much good for extended use in heavy rain, other rainproof clothing was necessary when out in the open during rain storms. It soaked up water, became heavy and took forever to dry out.
It was sufficiently warm for most of the mid and northern Pacific latitudes during most of the year...
Here is my foul weather jacket from the Vietnam War. The USN stencil on the left front and the ship's name stencil across the back have nearly faded out. I lived in this jacket for a good part of the year at sea.
There were no scout troops anywhere near where I grew up. An aunt sent me a gift subscription to Boy's Life and I learned there was a thing called Lone Scout Program that I could sign up for if I wanted to get a badge, etc. but since I lived in a logging camp and could be into the deep woods...
I have an old Brill Bros G1. Like me, it is a Viet Nam veteran and also like me, it shows its age and mileage. Occasionally I encounter someone who knows jackets and get a nice compliment. Once a few years ago, a young man stopped me and asked if I flew bombers in WWII. I think he was kidding...
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