Well we made it this far. Odd isn’t it, I look at all that time and thinking God must love me and some folks think we had it awful. I guess what don’t kill you makes you appreciate what made you stronger. My 200cc’s of penicillin was a shot in the butt on day 1-7 of Navy boot camp. Best part, we all limped in unison. The USN vaxed me up to be darn near bullet proof. I look back and figure there are germs that are still terrified of old vets. Regards
Glad we did, and thank you for your service.
I was the baby of the family, and now the last one left. Both parents and my three siblings smoked. I never did. Both parents and a sister died of lung cancer. Nobody in my family lived past 74. My only brother, a U.S. Army Vietnam vet died at the young age of 51 of a massive heart attack. Both parents were already gone so they didn't have to experience the loss of a child. I always figured that the there was no longevity gene in our family, so I'm surprised I've lasted this long. Managed to retire from my job with NY State when I was 56 with 33 years of service. Took a reduced pension so if I died within 15 years of retiring, that my sons would get to split what was in my pension fund. I'm now in my 22nd year of retirement, which I'm grateful for every day, because a lot of the people I worked with never lived to retire, and most of them were younger than me.