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Any chance I get to spend time with a WWII vet I jump at the chance.
Years ago when I lived in Phoenix we bought some furniture from a little time shop a few blocks from our house. This old man - he must have been in his 80s - wanted to load up our truck with the funiture himself. I noticed he had a Marine Corps tattoo and asked him about it. He told us he was sixteen years old when he lied about his age and joined the Marines. He made it through boot camp but before he was shipping out they figured it out and sent him home. He was back two years later and ended up going to Japan. After Japan surrendered he got out, only to re-enlist to go to Korea. I ended up taking him to lunch that day and we became good friends.
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