Was just at the store getting the middle child some milk for her wheaties........saw an old gentlemen patiently waiting for his family to get some food....He had a hat that caught my eye....WW2 vet....a ruptured duck and a Purple heart pin......I couldn't just walk by...I walked up to him...he eyed me with some wariness...I stuck out my hand and said...Sir, I want to thank you, your a wounded veteran and I appreciate all you did for us.....he almost looked embarrassed, but he said thank you......he grasped my hand and shook it......his hand had the feel of those used to hard work....all they sacrificed...I fought some half assed man dress wearing motherfuckers....he fought the Axis powers, with tanks, planes, artillery and navies...........they are disappearing so fast..................

TAPS

I do that all the time.  We all should.

That was a great generation.

What happened to his duck?

A ruptured Duck is a nickname for an honorable discharge pin......are you being serious?

Unfortunately, I think he is.



 

It became esoteric after 64 years.

Tuff old bird...

Outlasted my Korea/Viet Nam vet grandpas.