Go to a military surplus store and get a green all wool blanket. Pretty obvious to me you’ve never seen the military side of life. If anything in peacetime you were provided with comforts like warm blankets, warm clothing and plenty of food. Of course all of that shit went out the window if you were in the bush but if you lived it was there for you when you came back.
My father was career military, from the 50s through the 70s. Never carried a weapon or saw combat but he was in some interesting places. Two tours of Laos, time in Cambodia, Poland, Belgium (where my sister was born) and a brief stint in New Zealand. I was born at Walter Reed. He expected me to go military thinking I had no future in life as a pianist/writer/creative type. But I’ve experienced more military culture and discipline than you’d probably expect. The hospital at MacDill AFB was my go-to as a kid. He and my mother are buried at Florida National. It’s possible one day I will be too but I don’t know, I’d rather spend eternity here. Sometimes it feels like I already have. Only after he died did I learn he was gay. Here’s a story for you: https://wsbj.com/sorabji/2006/09/03/in-transit.html
As a Find-A-Grave member after reading your link regarding your father I copied and posted the photo of his marker on his FAG page. I have given photo credit to you if you click on the picture. If you prefer it removed please don’t hesitate to let me know and I’ll do so.
That’s cool. I might have done that myself but I got fed up with FaG a long time ago. How many hours I spent fulfilling photo requests at the NYC cemeteries to get absolutely nothing in return. People who made the requests were rude, often not even responding at all. And there were many other tasteless elements of the site that turned me away from it long ago. I used to be obsessively active there, though. Instead I did Forensic Genealogy semi-professionally, and made a decent amount of coin from it for a few years. Then it fell all to hell, people stopped paying me, my SEO/link rank evaporated so no one could find me… It was a fun, oddly satisfying pursuit for as long as it lasted.
That gravesite should look different now, with our mother buried there since 2010. Bushnell is a long way from NYC, and even from Tampa the last time I was there it was just too far a journey all resources considered. I owe the site a visit, for nothing else if to see that they spelled her name right. Her first name was commonly misspelled, and because she lied about her age so much her DOB is often incorrect. “Set in stone” doesn’t mean what most people think!
Go to a military surplus store and get a green all wool blanket. Pretty obvious to me you’ve never seen the military side of life. If anything in peacetime you were provided with comforts like warm blankets, warm clothing and plenty of food. Of course all of that shit went out the window if you were in the bush but if you lived it was there for you when you came back.
My father was career military, from the 50s through the 70s. Never carried a weapon or saw combat but he was in some interesting places. Two tours of Laos, time in Cambodia, Poland, Belgium (where my sister was born) and a brief stint in New Zealand. I was born at Walter Reed. He expected me to go military thinking I had no future in life as a pianist/writer/creative type. But I’ve experienced more military culture and discipline than you’d probably expect. The hospital at MacDill AFB was my go-to as a kid. He and my mother are buried at Florida National. It’s possible one day I will be too but I don’t know, I’d rather spend eternity here. Sometimes it feels like I already have. Only after he died did I learn he was gay. Here’s a story for you: https://wsbj.com/sorabji/2006/09/03/in-transit.html
As a Find-A-Grave member after reading your link regarding your father I copied and posted the photo of his marker on his FAG page. I have given photo credit to you if you click on the picture. If you prefer it removed please don’t hesitate to let me know and I’ll do so.
That’s cool. I might have done that myself but I got fed up with FaG a long time ago. How many hours I spent fulfilling photo requests at the NYC cemeteries to get absolutely nothing in return. People who made the requests were rude, often not even responding at all. And there were many other tasteless elements of the site that turned me away from it long ago. I used to be obsessively active there, though. Instead I did Forensic Genealogy semi-professionally, and made a decent amount of coin from it for a few years. Then it fell all to hell, people stopped paying me, my SEO/link rank evaporated so no one could find me… It was a fun, oddly satisfying pursuit for as long as it lasted.
That gravesite should look different now, with our mother buried there since 2010. Bushnell is a long way from NYC, and even from Tampa the last time I was there it was just too far a journey all resources considered. I owe the site a visit, for nothing else if to see that they spelled her name right. Her first name was commonly misspelled, and because she lied about her age so much her DOB is often incorrect. “Set in stone” doesn’t mean what most people think!