I met a gentleman who was in the WWII Airborne rangers on Wednesday. He's just cruizin' the sidewalk as I went into the bookstore and we almost
walked into each other's arms LOL because I was turning left and he was coming straight and inside, to my nine.
He recognized my hat, of all things!
Guy looked great, maybe I'd have guessed mid-80s; slim and trim. (of course; Airborne)
A friend gave me the hat, a distinctive black baseball cap.
Now, I had stopped wearing that hat, but by accident put it on. Actually I thought it was my other hat.
Very charming fellow. We chatted up 'dad's war stories' and he gave me the Airborn handshake.
Well the normal way I shake is to shake hands, then twist the hand in and shake thumb-to-thumb.
I'm already thinking at the time - whoa...
Turns out that's the Airborne handshake and he's laughing and saying 'oh yeah, good buddy, the Airborne shake. We did it like this. One time my
chute didn't open until 60 feet above the ground, but we landed in a marsh. He says he got up and hugged his buddy like he was his brother.'
(normally guys were more stoic back then).
Anyway, cool story...felt like this guy had been walking towards me since 1913, it was so purposeful.
Oh, yeah, the guy? He was 94!
[edit on 8-9-2007 by Badge01]