Hard night here the mother of a longtime shipmate died and she has gone past the prayer requite em pace.
Miss yer tamales
Had to go to the VFW alone.
So there I find my other mates in the kitchen making chicken cacciattore, command master chiefs, master at arms and the like, and I just blurt out “Yall are good lil house ******”
LOL
Prayers of peace for your shipmates Mom and her family and friends.