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One of the gentlemen I used to buy hay from was an Iwo Jima Marine. We only knew this because his son is a friend of ours. He ran a hay farm here in Maryland that had been in his family for generations. He passed last year.
He worked the farm into his 80's...lean old man, eyes as clear as a fall night, rode a tractor like he was in a saddle.
NO ONE, including my USMC buddies who helped me with the hay ever asked, he never offered.
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1996 FJ80.
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