Brought to mind by the post that the son is on his way.
When they went through the gas chamber in Basic, one of the guys in his platoon was from Los Angeles. He barely got a sniffle, and after they left said "It smelled just like home".
When he'd graduated Basic and was driving here to see some friends on his first pass, had to stop at midway on the turnpike for gas. Two people wanted to pay for his gas, and one insisted he should pump it, so son wouldn't get his Class A's messed up.
And the day before left here went to the barber to get his ears lowered, and discovered the barber had been an artillery grunt in the Marines. A gentleman came in while they were talking, and when they finished the man said "Thank you" and paid for the haircut.
I don't know what part of LA the one guy was from, and
Damn, I like Oklahoma.
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