So we're down to the very last WWI Veteran left living.

That ole bastard's like 110 or something.

It's ben making me reminice about the 70's during my childhood, about those old mean bastards...the guys that were 20 years older than my grandfather...the guys at the pharmacy with the pantleg safety-pinned up over the missing leg. The guys riding those old-man tricycles wearing a full suit and hat...

This was back when phosgene, chlorine, and mustard gas were the Nuclear weapons of the day and were used every day.

Nevermind. Time for bed.