(ArtKramr) wrote:

Only meaningless junk to those who have none.

Dad generously handed his out to my brothers and me to
play with when he returned from 'Nam. We'd pin 'em on our
t-shirts, break off the delicate little parts or simply end up
losing 'em while horsing around outside with our young
playmates. In other words, they weren't "meaningless junk"
to my brothers and me who had none.

-Mike (the DFC was my fave) Marron