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When I worked full time the vets would take a long martini lunch on this day. The rest of us picked up the slack. It was the least we could do. Godblessem' all.
Being the daughter/sister/wife/aunt/niece of every single branch representin’, I think I’ve got creds enough to say they all deserve a huge fricken “THANK YOU” no matter what day of the year it is.And, oh yeah…Marines have panache.
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