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So the other night at work.....
I was in triage and talking to one of our techs (Transports patients, takes vital signs, etc...) and it was like opening a time capsule. Let me explain....
He is in his late 80's, and works to stay active. As we sat there, I asked him where he grew up and he said in the Waco area, and then he went on to tell me about gowing up in Central Texas as a little boy.
He talked about picking cotton, working on farms, as World War II came along he served in the Army Air Corps as a ball turret gunner on a B-17. He talked about taking steam engine driven trains back and forth across the country after World War II, of being a salesman and traveling from Waco to South Texas, into Mexico for business. Talking about friends and family that had come and gone.
He lamented on how safe and simple it was back then. If he was somewhere on the border he would drive into Mexico, have dinner, a drink or two and drive back to the US, no problems, no hassles, etc....
He talked about driving on two lane roads vs. interstates, seeing different changes coming along, taking his 80 year old mother to see the Concorde when it came in for an airshow.
This is probably one of those "You had to be there" stories, and I wish I could tell it word for word. As I sat there and listened to him in the back of my mind I kept hearing Jamie Johnson's song "In color".
For me it was an awesome experience and I just thought I'd share.
Remember Ft. Hood
And never forget who did it
Religion of peace my жопа
Ah, we can lead a man to knowledge.....but we can't make him think.