one noticed me admiring the paintings & said: we aren't supposed to paint our jackets, but we're just back in CONUS & they don't complain about it "over there".
sadly, i must tell you that my dad let me play in his, until it was so tattered that mother threw it away one day, when i wasn't wearing it!
free dixie,sw
It’s a shame she threw it away. As tattered as it was, you could have framed it, showing the back...and be reminded always of your Dad that way. Not that you aren’t reminded of him anyway.