Posted: 4/13/2007 5:48:38 PM EDT
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I knew a guy far older than you-his wife had passed away. He was walking in the mall one day and realized the little old lady walking towards him was his first girlfriend from 10th grade, the only women he ever dated before his wife. They got talking and her husband had passed away also. They were married a couple of months later. \Cool picture.
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+1 How cool that she kept it all these years. And evidently not in some scrapbook buried in the attic? She was still carrying it on her person? That's what the story implies. Sounds like a pretty cool gal. 
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axl, the same thing happened to me a few years ago. I can just imagine what your feelings were. One evening after work we got a phone call and the wife took it. She said, "It's for you." and handed me the phone. It was an old GF from thirty years ago, and seven years before I married my missus. I was stunned. My wife started cracking up. They had set a trap for me. The other grandma had tracked me down through friends, family and the web. She had called the house earlier in the day and spoken with my wife!  They talked for an hour...like old GFs...and this was the first time they had ever spoken or met.I had been home on leave in 1967 before returning overseas. I had known this flower child chicky snack for a few years. Very sweet, very easy on the eyes and fun to be with. We had never dated...but I asked her out that night. That night we started about the hottest ten days of our lives. See, she and her best GF had a contest going to see which one could get the most pie.  My new GF won...and damn near killed me. I slept darn near the entire flight to my command. We wrote each other for several months and each of her letters was an embarrassment. The mail clerk would always know mine, because it was bright orange or hot pink with flowers painted on, and smelled like hot perfume! Got a big laugh. Then the letters tapered off. I was too busy to write then and fitured it was my fault. I got home in May 1969. She wasn't there to meet me. My mother told me she had married some AF dude stationed at Norton. Steady job, no travel...and they already had a kid (first of five). Ok...fast forward thirty years: Now I'm talking to Miss Hotness again...and my wife is yukking it up. My old flame is now married, with five kids, too many grandkids to count and coming out here! Turns out her hubby is a GS-14 for the FAA and he's coming here to DC on biz. So we meet them at the airport and guess what? NEITHER of us looked ANYTHING like we did back in the day. No more high-speed-low-drag for either of us. Now, we're both old, gray, dumpy grandparents. Our once plasma-hot fire had been burned out by old age... We've stayed in touch...and she is still plenty of fun...but reality has certainly set in. 
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Nope. (I most likely could make up something though ) We set up a NDP/ambush on the edge of a Vietnamese cemetery one night though. All those little round Buddhist (sp?) graves will freak the shit out of you at night. I saw little NVA popping up and down behind those things all night. Much worse than termite hills.
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It's very disconcerting to see childhood friends after many years. A couple of years ago I met my brother at the state HS football playoffs. He brought a neighborhood pal along and said, "Hey, I bet you don't recognize........." I said of course I did, but now he was the carbon copy of his dad in the old days. Last year I met a group of college friends I hadn't seen in more years than I want to recall. Some looked the same, some looked like the 12th Xerox of an old photo, and some I couldn't have picked out of a lineup. They had been frozen in my memory since we last met and the visual update was a jolt. I don't know if I could stand seeing all the babes I knew back then. I think I'd rather live in the past there. 
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Just a 12B? Nothing spectacular? You served your country as a member of the most professional fighting force in the history of man; you are a Veteran of the United States Army, and for that, I thank you. |