Veteran's Day 2017

I just learned (via email) from a close paternal relative Pamela Noblitt that my paternal grandfather (Aaron Harris), when in his prime fit as a fiddle served in the Phillipine American War, which sharpened his fighting skills a bit and posthumously thank him het all plus belated gratitude for late maternal Uncle Paul (hoof aught in World War II) etrenched in foxholes, or slithered snaking upon the enemy to stall and good ole dad, strapping and tall during height of physical maturation (who oft times recounted exploits, sans far from the front lines and imaginary brick wall about his role in the Korean/American War – when prodded by thine eldest collegiate eldest grown daughter), and hob bet cha y'll and blinked back tears knowing thee above kith and kin, when figuratively at bat survived, and avoided significant mortal combat, came home to a warm welcome as handome chaps encountering aswarm of young ladies, an armada vis a vis amorous coup d'etat some returning troopers most likely kept their word (made before boot camp) promising flat outright to marry girlfriends, highschool sweethearts, or maybe medics, which feminine touch, went to the heart and soul buzzfeeding, creating, enticing with gnat much effort, one or another tough leather neck to blatantly proposition – doffing hat with suave debonair courting meowing a silky gal named “Kat”.