Knew someone who got his airborne “wings” in the 70s. Still remember him singing “Stand up - hook up - shuffle to the door...”
Before my dad passed away from the effects of Alzheimer’s disease, he could still say “Geronimo” and “Stand in the door”. He was really proud of being Airborne.
I was talking to a friend yesterday about how his dad and my dad were the people or men who got up every day, went to work without complaint and kept the wheels of the country and life turning. “Ordinary” guys who just did it and made the world work.
Everyday, “ordinary” guys and gals, get up, go to work, keep the lights on, the phones working and food on the table. Heros all.