He Who Has War Stories

As I looked around the room, I saw just about every personality you might imagine. There were quiet people. There were nervous people. There were solid people. There were withdrawn people. Some liked to cook. Some didn't. Some told stories. Some sat back and quietly listened.

It was a well balanced group. They were a lot of fun.

I leaned over and whispered to Trudy. I said there was only one type missing: an old-hand who could tell war stories from the good old days.

She looked back at me and said, Oh no, there's Mickey. He's your age.

And with that, she stopped me cold.

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