When I was a little kid my grandmother had a VA home in CI and i spent a lot of time playing there. I heard so many stories there I wish I could hear and record them now as an adult. Many of the guys would keep an on eye and me because most had no family around and I as a substitute grandson. One army vet showed me the armor tactics they used to brake the battle of the bulge with my micro machines tanks. There was one other vet there that always stuck out. Bella checked out on December 7th, 1941 and hadn't been back since. Bella was on deck on the Arizona and spent the better part of the day treading water in the harbor with his dead and dying buddies around him. Most of the guys there had stories some amazing some horrifying but his always stuck out.
My head lights are square, My tank is full.