The Last Time Larry Lost His Keys

The last time Larry lost his keys we were in Germany.  We lived in a fourth floor walk-up, but once you got up there it was worth all the stairs!  We had big rooms and lots of windows and beautiful wooden floors...

One afternoon Larry came bounding up the stairs and ran inside and said "I forgot my keys!!"  I turned around and looked at him and immediately felt glad that the kids were all down for naps because Larry was all done up in his battle gear...helmet, canteen, gun belt, actual pistol at his side...


Whew...

I had never seen LT dressed up as GI Joe before and now I could understand why my Barbie dolls always skipped over Ken and went directly to my brother's military guys.

"So, what's your hurry???" I whispered seductively....

"The convoy's waiting for me downstairs!" he hurriedly said as he pecked me on the cheek and raced outside.

I looked out the window from the fourth floor and darned if there wasn't a line of trucks and jeeps and Larry streaking toward the jeep in the front.

Well, lightening never strikes twice and Larry never did come back home all gussied up for war again.

Too bad....

Here he is in Korea....