Christmas Memories.

[beautyxbrigade]

In the late '80s, my father was taking part in war games and training with the Turkish Military. He was stationed in Murted, which is outside of Ankara. He was working with a man named Boshtosh (sp?), who looked as grizzled as he acted. He had a long scar down his face from a knife wound during a hand-to-hand combat. His idea of comedy was to

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[shine_my_life]

You should write a book someday.