By cindy_ellis

Going home

My father was a WWII vet. He retired from the Navy Base fire department in our area. He was escorted home by the firemen and the fire truck. The great grands enjoyed that. When the service was over the local ice cream truck drove by. If you have followed my journal at all you know the man loved his ice cream. 
RIP Poochie

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