tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58931433585521911352012-02-16T09:43:42.945-08:00A warrior after four years in the Marine Corps during WWII...and ancient now.Ancient Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00005355412889055109noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5893143358552191135.post-46466514486465320322007-11-21T17:38:00.000-08:002007-11-21T18:04:51.474-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Here I sit, with the daughter who talked me into this and she's staring over my shoulder to see if I'm as intelligent as I convinced her I was long ago.</span><br /><br />So - the biggest story of my life was my time in the Pacific island wars with the Japanese. All that followed a year of guard duty after boot camp and my marriage to the girl I loved and left behind. Cured that on my first leave and heavy duty pressure on Libby. Then back to guard duty, but only for a short time before transfer to the Fleet Marine Force. And that was followed by two and a half years in the island wars before I saw my bride again. At Camp Pendleton I became a machinegunner and held that job for the whole time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5893143358552191135-4646651448646532032?l=ancientwarrior21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ancient Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00005355412889055109noreply@blogger.com0