If you’ve been following along you know that my father was a Colonel in the US Army. 27 years to be exact.
He had a very interesting career, as one of the original bomb disposal leaders in his field. You know, the guys that go in after the war and do something with the thousands and thousands of bombs and shell and mines and mortars that didn’t work. They simply didn’t explode, but still very well could blow at any moment.
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