We got the ol’ butch wax flat tops until about 6 or 7. Crafted perfectly flat personally by him. He had one that was so military perfect it said, “I’ll tear your fuk’n head off and shit down your throat”. I keep a pic of him in uniform on my fridge and everybody asks, “who’s this prick”? Three tours in Nam took that out of him though.
3 tours. That takes guts.
Even though he was infantry his hero was Patton. Blood and guts. That third one I think horrified him and he got far enough up the ladder he saw much like Patton did that it all wasn’t about what he thought it was. He ended up a master gardener in his later years.
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