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Originally Posted by Socratoad
I was a little too young for WW11. I tried to enlist, but my grade three teacher told me to sit down and shut up
But to be serious for a moment: I was a canadian fighter pilot attached to NATO and mainly served in the south of Germany in the 1950s. Patrolling the border between the two Germanys. I actually got to exchange waves with the Russian MIG pilots patrolling the other side of the border many times. Although I also was a member of a aerobatic team that won the cup three years running against all other NATO teams, all the time I was in the service I never suffered so much as a scratch.
After becoming a civilian and starting my own businesses I became a volunteer assisting or working directly for several different international aid agencies, mainly in South East Asia and Africa, with a short stint in South America. Lots of unbelievable things happened along the way until on the border of the province of Katanga (DRC) then simply known as the Congo during those years, I managed to slow down a fragmentation grenade with my back .... thus bringing that chapter of my life to an abrupt halt. I still have a tiny piece of that grenade embedded in my spine as a somewhat painful souvenir.
End of Toad's war stories
I'm gonna have to get Liv to get a toad smiley wearing a little tin helmet
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Just when I thought my admiration of you couldn't possibly become any deeper...
I'm currently in the Air Force (getting out, thank Her Holiness) and I used to work on the F-117A Stealth Fighter.
I was there when we started OIF. I was there when our jets came back trying to assassinate Saddam. You gotta love being a mercenary, indirectly.
Your wisdom shows in your discourse, and I greatly admire you for what you have been through.
From a young comrades-in-arms to another:
[Salute]
Chris