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What's sad is that there are so many stories like these that will never be told.
Years ago in Phoenix I bought some furniture and this older man insisted on helping me out to my SUV with it. He was older, but clearly strong as an ox. As we were loading up the furniture I noticed a Marine Corps tattoo, asked about it... Turned out when he was fifteen he joined the Marines and was shipped out the South Pacific to fight. We ended up doing lunch where he promptly drank me under the table....
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