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And I can't tell you how many times I found him in this condition. He'd call me for help, to come get him, save him, and there he'd be, almost never without a woman on his lap. Once in a while his friends would have her cleared off before I could get there and throw him over my shoulder to get him home safely.
That was fifty years ago. He died seven years ago. He was born on D-Day.
pipe up any time....
