(intelligence) at a corps-level headquarters in Vietnam. Our boss, full-bird colonel (the G2) was a total stickler for perfection. No misspellings, no strikeovers, no erasures, no errors. Period. If I should be remembered for anything by my fellow service members, it would be for being able to meet this colonel's rigid standards of perfection. He would actually hold finished typing up to a window to make sure there were no mistakes.

Once he made me re-type an entire page because he thought I'd misspelled "subtly." He thought it should be "subtlely." He later admitted that he had been mistaken, but he was sure it could be spelled both ways.

I haven't kept up with anyone with whom I was in the Army, so I have no idea if any of them remember me at all.

to new company members, When he say shit, you shit.

They were not joking nor harassing the new members. They were an infantry company in Korea. My father was a veteran from under Patton. The sergeant was impressing that all people will follow the orders of my father.

What I would classify as a silent protest, my shipmates would describe as 'streaking across the quarter deck'. My division officer had revoked my 'civilian clothes privilege', because, in a surprise seabag inspection, I didn't have the appropriate 'uniform of the day' (we had pulled into a warm-climate port in February, and I had my dress whites instead of dress blues - I worked in the boiler rooms, and we never wore dress uniforms anyway). By taking away my 'civilian clothes privilege' for not having the correct 'uniform of the day', my division officer had effectively restricted me to the ship, a punishment that only our captain could give.
I took the only alternative left to me.

and classical music, but could load the main gun lightning-fast. The speed with which I could load those heavy, cumbersome rounds into the gun gave my tank an almost rapid-fire target engagement rate.

The old German soldier that had a anti aircraft cannon and tank in his garage. I googled it you don’t have a M1 in your garage do you if so call me will go cruising.

The place is so jam-packed with things that Mrs. Aristus can't bear to get rid of.

Yeah, the German guy with the old World War II Panther tank in his basement is well-known among tank enthusiasts. In a way, we owe him a debt of thanks. So few Panthers (and other models like the Panzer III & IV and the Tiger) survived the war. And the ones that did were used for target practice, or left to rust away in the elements as lawn ornaments. German panzers in running condition are so rare as to be worth their weight in gold.

He kept his Panther in reasonably good condition, in out of the elements. And it probably won't take too much work to get it in full running order. Who knows? Maybe someone will make a film along the lines of "Fury" which starred an authentic Tiger tank, only this time featuring the Panther.