Short Reminiscence
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If I’d known this time year that it was going to be the final Iwo Jima reunion, I don’t think I’d have changed a thing. I’ve thought of little else the last month. I just didn’t know what else to say that hasn’t already been said.
It was absolutely perfect.
There was this “last stand” feeling about it, even though we all made plans to meet up again the next year - 2021.
It’s weird not having my whole month blocked out and planned around the week in DC, galavanting around with my Marines, fighting over who pushes who in the wheelchairs, singing the Marine Hymn 10 times a day, and finding expired hearing aids batteries in my purse as a parting gift from my nonagenarians.
Semper Fi my Marines - till we meet again.
