freedombecki
Let's go swimmin'!
Ya got me! I apologize for a stupid remark. I listened to a lot of anger over the dinner table when I was growing up when Dad's friends were there. My dad was not treated well in their prisoner of war camp in WWII for 18 months. They routinely lined up him and his fellow prisoners and poked them in their shrapnel wounds until men fell over. His scars were dark blue and all over his legs and on his shin.It's okay, you can't remember back that far, and thanks to the bloody battle of the Coral Sea (lost USA ships at link, somewhere) in which we lost several ships off your coast, plus you are not speaking bloody Yappynese.And his countrymen and mine fought in Africa, the Pacific and Europe. None of those wars were started by us...
Don't play the patriot card down here....everybody lost enough men and I'll be be buggered if I'm going to get a pissing contest over that issue.
That aside, he stabbed nobody in the back...
FYI, sweetie and IMHO, there is positively no comparison in the world to Aussie Diggers and Girl Guides. I love 'em, and you can't change that!![]()
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They got him in his upper body, too. When he was older, he could barely turn his head to look out for coming cars when he was driving. I could've been a lot nicer to my dad. He suffered a lot of pain from shrapnel left in his body too close to arteries for surgeons of the day to remove, and seldom talked about it. But I knew, and mom knew.

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