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It has
happened a lot lately. Somebody asks
me if I served in the Armed Forces and I
replied, "Yes, the Navy."
And like a
automatic expected response they will say,
"Thank you for serving."
I feel like
blushing and saying something like, "Aw shucks, it was nothing."
I am telling
the truth. There wasn't much to it, as
for as being heroic. The base I was
stationed at, NAS Lakehurst, N.J. 08733*, which was almost equal distance
between New York City, Philadelphia, and Atlantic City. We kept the roads hot going to the big cities
to have fun.
As I remember, the above picture** shows me holding the only
weapon I used while serving. And it was
a rubber tomahawk while playing cowboys
and Indians at my uncle Roy Petty's place, about 60 miles north of NYC.
*But I am
proud that I still remember the zip code, after 50 years.
** first
cousin Rodney Petty; Me (With Indian feathered head-dress on); Navy buddy Joe
Rexroad; and other first cousin Billy Petty.
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