From October 1962 to September 1964, I was often in out of Gitmo aboard a USS Navy ship or ashore in Gitmo.
So when, I have typical old Male forgetfulness like, “What I should be doing now or, where did I put my car keys?”
I try to blame it on the Gitmo CIA syndrome.”
My wife an RN for 60+ years just ignores that grim possible reality and calls me an 83 year old forgetful male goat.
I get no respect for my recurring CIA/Gitmo syndrome!
My wife an RN for 60+ years just ignores that grim possible reality and calls me an 83 year old forgetful male goat.
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Well, look at the bright side.... you might be forgetful but apparently you are also the Greatest Of All Time!