Of course, our uniforms in combat were quite different. I'll try to get a photo of those.
Wouldn't it be great if all of us, brothers and sisters everywhere on earth, could gladly and selflessly lend aid to each other? Doing our very best as our health and circumstances permit?
At age 88 (going on 99) I'm in good health except for my aching lower back--a chronic condition requiring the bending of knees rather than the spinal column. Can't pick up sticks or mow lawns.
Yesterday the starter mechanism on our rider mower conked out. Tried both keys, screwdrivers, a fingernail file, muttering under my breath. Nothing worked. Finally, reaching into a space barely adequate for a troll doll hand, I managed to remove it and will have it replaced.
The story does not end here. Using a push-lawn mower, our son-in-law Joseph Larsen soon had the whole lawn mowed. Big job! Apart from our cabin, a gazebo, a shed and areas planted with trees and rocks, our entire acre is covered with grass. We love it like this.
You go, green!
Oh, see
Joe go! Get out your watch. Done before you can! And they say Speedy Gonzalez is speedy. Let us all
always be as speedy as Joe in coming to the aid of one another.