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I used to landscape under the summer sun in south Georgia on the fairly expansive grounds of a large hospital complex. One day, while digging a hole to plant a tree, I heard the unmistakable clank of shovel on metal. More like a *tink* than a clank, I suppose. I put the shovel down and moved some clay around and what did I find but a military dog tag. I dusted it off, cleaned it up and took it home to show my father - a career Army CSM. FF to the end - it belonged to a WWII vet who had since passed on but my father tracked down his son and gave it to him.
The local fishwrap published a big article on it. Apparently, the family had lived on the grounds long before the hospital was built - it had been underground for at least 30 years.
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