I Love My NAVY! FUK ME! I Know it is Eighty Years Now! I’ll Get to it!!

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Slightly Up-Dated–And Pontificated—Don’t Bother! Throw-Back: She’s Not Here (She Was Too Busy Fucking Her Boyfriend, I Discovered Later–I would’ve Killed Him, But I Could Not Find Him) Yet, Did Not Actually Break My Heart, Her Fucking Around,—I Gave Zero Fucks, In Fact, I Had My Eye On A “She-Marine” But That Was Just A Premonition Which Never Came To Fruition (I Know the ‘Time-Line’ of This Story is Slightly Skewed—But It Is All Truth. I Don’t Write Fiction) I have Lost My Fucking Mind! I Do Not Even Know Who I Am Anymore!
This Post DESERVES More love! C’mon Y’all! I do THIS for YOU!! “Part One of a Sailor’s Scholarly Series on U.S. Naval History in The South Pacific”

Don’t RUST On My Parade*

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