Time moves on my friend. Here, I am noticing a trend for young men, walking round wearing their grandfather's and great-grandfather's medals. Not something I would do myself
They might get their derrieres kicked around here.
I ain't no military son myself, but I wouldn't decorate myself with someone else's honors.
Happy belated wishes to all our veterans!
Yesterday, I carried this red-blooded, American-made lambfoot (which went with me to Jekyll Island, GA - but sadly didn't get carried or photographed up there)!
Now, no derriere kicking please, I didn't serve and certainly didn't earn my "dolphins" (I was just a wee bit too rebellious for the military at that age...) but
sbh06
made me this amazing slip for Jack's "Feeding of the (lambfoot fans) 5,000 Page Giveaway" (I thought that would have been a better title... perhaps not
) honoring my father's and uncle's service in the U.S. Navy's Submarine Force. While I certainly don't have the training, If I ever find myself deep underwater I'll have to assume that, genetically at least, I'll be okay! I carry the slip with pride!
Some family background: My uncle was onboard the
USS Chopper when it lost power and made a nearly fatal dive off the coast of Cuba in 1969. She returned to port under her own power and served until 1976 when she sank while being employed as a tethered underwater target.
My dad, who has always found it funny that he was awarded his Vietnam War stripes, spent the majority of the conflict in Antarctica fueling C-130s bound for New Zealand, fooling around with penguins (I have pictures...), drinking very old beer and eating very old cheese, rolling 50-gallon drums of human waste into the Sound, and emblazoning the massive snow drifts surrounding McMurdo Station with anti-war sentiments such as "make love, not war" - apparently, walking on them would cause a darker color to be revealed, handy for cheesing the brass and entertaining his fellow "sailors" (they weren't sailing anywhere, they took planes).
Dad has always been an incorrigible hippie at heart.
My maternal grandfather, a Navy man but not a submariner, advised me not to join up as, in his opinion, it was "just a bunch of idiots telling other idiots what to do." My grandfather always had a unique, and generally irreverent, perspective on matters.
Make it a good one, Guardians!
Cool pic David 
They’re so good. 
Unfortunately the pics I took on my phone are a bit blurred 
I bashed my phone, falling the other week, and need to start looking for another. However, I would much rather take photos with a camera 
