Dad passed in 1999, did his duty (and then some, according to some of his old buddies), fathered three boys who wound up trying to do theirs during ‘Nam but never breathed a word about his dreams.
And I don’t think I’d have dared ask him.
Only dreams I know of right now are ones that I and my brothers have been having and talking about....
Our family’s had people in the military/militia since before the Revolution, and I/we keep dreaming about these stern-faced old soldiers who don’t do much but look and ask, “Why ain’t you up and armed, boy?”
Stuff needs squared away, and posting about it don’t do sh**.