My daddy spent his time being called "sir" and having guys with stripes on their sleeves salute at the birds on his shoulders at work. He sat in an office with the words "squadron commander" on the door cause the guys worked on airplanes that he inspected with a "general" guy. When he retired from that job (after 27 years) he went to work for a company that sold stuff to the guys that drove the big boats.
My mommy stayed at home and made sure the daughters didn't have too many boyfriends
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My husband's daddy spent his time being called "sir" also, with guys saluting at the gold bands on the wrist of his jacket sleeves. He got to be a "commander" of one of those big boats AND a special school in Long Beach. He got to wear a purple heart on a ribbon after a battle at sea and he got to be one of the first american guys to arrive after the "enola gay" dropped her bomb on that big city in japan. He said it was
really really really really really really awful, and that is all he will say about that.
My husband's mommy taught guys behind bars how to read and write. She was very proud of that.
Both our parents just can't figure out where they went wrong to have democrats for children
(Proud AF brat married to a Navy brat )