From reader mail: Were you really in the military?
Yep. Step with me and Sherman into the way-back machine, and set the controls to jump back in time 26 years . . .
18 years old, fresh out of basic training. This was my first leave at home, and the lady with her arm around me is my grandmother. Gran died a few months later. The white blur around her was probably a reflection, but still a bit spooky.
The tall guy with the bushy late 70's hair is now a very distinguished retired AF major with a gray-templed crew cut and a passle of kids.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
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