If you’re thinking General as in rank, no. General Blather is the sound of a distant cocktail party. You know, a distant sound of voices, laughter and revelry as you walk arm-in-arm towards an inviting beach and second base.
Yes, my draft number was among the first, but the war had ended and I wasn’t called up.
Gen, is for Generals. You R not even a Private E1.
More BS.
More BS.