In another time, another place, a child doesn't know he will be the soldier of tomorrow, or that he will be that older man looking back in time at a life that so many younger generations look up to him for in awe and gratitude for what he did, and for the stories and wisdoms shared that their own loved ones were too silent to share ... like a good parent, the Young Boy, then Grown Soldier, then Grown Man, his history is handed down to the young, by one that was once so young, he never knew war or how it changed everyone and everything ... or how a war take so much and so many lives, and can also save so much, and so many, but now, far down the road of life, he knows it all, and tells his stories to The Young. For all of this ... we salute you and your like, Herb. We thank you.
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I'm the shortest, I used to call this pic "before and after the chopping block". My Dad used to cut our hair ( he would have made a good army barber).
My brother Perc has had his hair cut (mowed) and I'm next, I don't know why I was grinning, probably out of fright.
Herb
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