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Oh so many many correct and ingnaired memories of being a Brat .. I was first a Brat .. Dad , West Point Grad, then an Angel , snicker, when he switched from Army Air Corps. to Air Force in the very early fifties.. dad was a Civil Engineer, and was quite the regulated officer.. as you said.. I remember Calling cards.. one memory in partiular re functions required to attend.. How hard it was to don full formal wear,, the men their Mess Dress, the women long gowns.. to greet the commanders on New Years Day, AFTER partying heartily at the New Years EVE Ball and early mornning breakfast either at the same Officers Club, or at a private party! Dad had a 0800hours inspection of bedrooms , before said teenager could even think about departing on a Saturday morning.. But I knew what was expected,, a knowledge that todays teenagers would really benefit from.. Great reporting on all the support systems we had, like the BX, Air Force term, the Commissary,, the large slow military transport plane with bucket seats that brought us to Casablanca , en route to beloved Tripoli, via a stop In Rabat, French Morrocco.. yes,, Viki. as you bring to life so well, we were seasoned travellers at a very young age.. what a ripe fruit for the descriptive arts, that you master so well. Love you, my fellow student, and long time friend. Becky.
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(VISITOR) AUTHOR'S NAME
Thiru
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17 december 2014, 05:45:07
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