Friday, October 19, 2007

Vet Shirt

Today on the train coming in to work, an older guy was wearing a t-shirt that read "Vietnam Vet--if it weren't for the flashbacks I'd have no memory at all".
I watched him board the train, as well as another guy who, from the same stop, boarded through a different door. This second guy was wearing a Navy hat.
"Vietnam Vet, eh?" the Navy-hat guy said, and started telling the first guy about his experiences with 'Nam, where he was stationed, and what-have-you.
The first guy tried to cut him off. "I just got the shirt at the surplus store," he said. "Vietnam was a little before my time." (But looking at him, it might not have been.)
This didn't stop Navy-hat guy.
The vet guy got off at the next stop. Hopefully that was his stop.
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