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again.... nice story...either an amazing coincidence.... or your kid brother fought for that posting.
another p.s... 'ave a cider for me please.
( one of my first trips thru the west country.. couldn't tell you if it were Somerset or Devon an old boy in a pub heard my American accent and bought me a beer. He then went on to explain that when he was a 'wee lad the American soldiers stationed in his village used to give him chocolates. Buying me a pint was his way of "paying forward" )
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