I'm Irish-American. I never forget.
AND when I got out of Balboa Naval Hospital in 1972 after a three month stay one of my ward mates took me to his place for our 30 days R&R. "His place" was a Navajo Rez a bit north of Flagstaff, AZ. We chilled out in the desert on peyote and wicked weed before we parted. His grandson died in Iraq in '03. We met up for one last time.
AND when I got out of Balboa Naval Hospital in 1972 after a three month stay one of my ward mates took me to his place for our 30 days R&R. "His place" was a Navajo Rez a bit north of Flagstaff, AZ. We chilled out in the desert on peyote and wicked weed before we parted. His grandson died in Iraq in '03. We met up for one last time.