
Those were the days, my friend
We'd thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance
Forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young
And sure to have our way
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Those were the days, my friend those were the days

Up there is Soldier Boy Tom, who won the Battle of Fort Jackson in Columbia, South Carolina, in just six months. As a reward, the powers let him go home with only the stipulation that he check in once a month for the weekend and for two weeks in the summer for the next 5 1/2 years.
When Tom finished boot camp, the sergeant told him, "I know you hated every minute of boot camp, but, in the end, you turned out to be a damned fine soldier."
The next picture is moi, before wrinkles, multiple chins, and weight gain, prim in my Peter Pan collar. Both pictures were taken circa 1960-61, before we were married.
I've been looking through old photo albums, and you know how addictive that activity can be.




