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My mum's dad fought in WWII. He was stationed in Italy. He got the Purple Heart for a shell exploding in his fox hole injuring him. He got the Bronze Star, and the Medal for Good Conduct.
My dad was in Vietnam. He was in CIA Special Forces. As a matter of fact, the other night, he was a little tipsy, and was telling us how they'd taught him how to sneak up on someone and kill them. 'Twas interesting if a bit gross. He said that they used to practice on goats, and then they had to make jerky out of goat meat to take on missions. Great story, dad...thanks...
Goddess bless our troops, though. They kick ass. A buddy of mine was stationed in Iraq for a while. I was doing spells, praying, all that kinda thing until he came home safe and sound. I wasn't for the war in Iraq, but we're there, so, again, Goddess bless our troops.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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