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My Father was in the Navy during WWII, mainly serving on troop transports and always told us this story that we weren't sure if we should believe or not. He was on an Island in the Pacific and saw a guinea hen. Eggs were his favorite and he hated the powdered eggs they were served. He followed the hen into the brush because he knew it had a nest and possibly eggs. He reached the nest just as a Marine approached from the other direction. They were about to fight over the nest until they recognized each other from college. This man was a few years behind my Father, but they knew each other because they had the same last name and same initials (different first & middle names). The Marine lived 100 miles from our home town, but he was a farmer like my Father. At least once a year, one of the Ag supply companies would get their bills messed up we'd receive one of his bills or vice versa. They would mail it to the other and we'd hear the story again. When I was in High School we were at a big Farm Expo and ran into this man and his family. Yep, it was all was true and he had been telling his kids the same story for years.
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