Just when you think it can't get any goofier

[hifiguy]

23. I had two uncles in the Marines

in the Pacific theatre. One was in combat, one at a base one front behind the lines for a good share of the war. My dad tried to enlist in the Army but he was in his 30s and the Army told him he was more useful as a civilian heavy equipment master mechanic on the Canadian/Artic highway projects which were probably the most brutal thing you could do in the war apart from being under live fire.

I heard my Dad's stories, my uncle Gayle's combat stories and the boggling tales told by a friend's dad, who was a tank driver in Italy, that made my hair stand on end. Another friend's dad was an Army Air Corps sergeant who was shot down by the Luftwaffe and he escaped from a German prison camp and made it back to England.

A few stolen kisses in public seem to me a damned small price to pay for the men who saved the world from Nazism and Japanese imperialism.

Ya know what I mean?