I hope everyone had a nice Christmas. Every Christmas spent with family, safe and sound, is a great Christmas. I was watching the guys in Iraq celebrating Christmas on TV. Some of them have been there for three or fours tours. What a disgrace.
It reminded me of Christmas, 1969, my first Christmas at home after a year in Vietnam and four years in the Navy. We flew from Tokyo, Japan, to Anchorage, Alaska, to San Francisco on December 16, 1969. Because we crossed the international date line, traveling west to east, we actually landed in San Francisco earlier than we left Tokyo; very strange. We were discharged from the service at the Navy base at Treasure Island on December 19th, and were given a plane ticket home. My father met me at South Station in Boston. It was one of the few times I ever traveled in full uniform. He was very proud.
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