My Grandfather spent 3 days in the pacific ocean with a life vest that water logged after the first night, his battle ship was sunk by 3 Japanese tornadoes, the USS Helena, main group of survivors banded together floating, another smaller group including my grandfather set out swimming for an island and made it.
The natives found and hid him for over a week from the Japanese who were looking for possible survivors and taking over the islands. He was rescued 13 days later.
Now my uncle, is a screaming eagle from Vietnam with a book published I helped edit; it's mostly why I'm anti-war. Horrible Horrible stuff in that book. Like the vietcong would leave their kills behind to be found hanging from trees with their phallus cut and in their mouths. I'll stop here.
I really don't give a damn about people standing or sitting during the anthem, superficial stuff like that is what is wrong with our hypnotized society
