I read an article about a man who traveled in many countries to take pictures of children’s most prize possessions. It was interesting. It got me to thinking (other than family and religious trappings) what is my most treasured possessions.
I think of tools. I love tools.
If I owned a classic car, I would probably list that, but I don’t.
Oh, I once had a silver dollar my dad had given me, I prized that. For the life of me I cannot remember what happened to it.
In my life, prized possessions have changed as I aged. As a boy I prized my dog Ace, above EVERYTHING. I have owned a couple rifles and shot guns I prized.
We all treasure different things of course. I do treasure pictures of my family. As I grew older I had an old 1948 8N Ford Tractor I was crazy about.
(That is Vickie M. down front, in 1957)
When I was a Marine, I prized my uniform. Today I am very upset at seeing a theft/drug ring broken up in San Diego. It is comprised of some US Marines. Some active duty, reserves and even some retired. What a sick black mark on such a proud uniform. These guys had better not be caught by their fellow Jar Heads or some heads will roll. The Corps prides itself in clean and lean troops. Men with tough but good reputations. This has hurt, just reading it, because I was so proud to wear that uniform.
The District Attorney said, “Our military PERSONEL are just human, and subject to failures.”
True, but that was all but THE UNITED STATES MARINES!
I treasured all my uniforms, the USAF and the USN. But the Marines was first.
Thanks for stopping by the Log.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Life goes on, and I will still respect that uniform, but now it has a little smudge, and does not get the perfect inspection grade.![]()
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Jack Jr. on our ‘55 Ford.
