
My awesome grandad flew in Wellingtons in the war. Damn, those shortages were terrible. Tell us about brilliant-stroke-rubbish grandparents.
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( , Thu 2 Jun 2011, 21:51)
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watching your best friend's head explode was traumatic enough the first time, without reliving it with his kids and grandkids.
On the other hand, I met a guy who had been serving in Iraq, and was really enjoying himself.
I guess that if all you want in life is peace, war is hell but, if all you want is to stick knives into people, war is bliss.
( , Tue 7 Jun 2011, 10:24, Reply)
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