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Posted September 28, 2013
My Father served with the Colonel and became Killer Kane from 66 -67. My little brother and I worshiped these guys growing up although we never really heard about much about them. We did get to thumb through some of the pictures that he brought home and for a time, hardly a day went by that either my brother or I weren't wearing his "tiger stripes." Because of my father my brother became a policeman and I became a grunt Marine. His influence didn't stop there. My little petite baby sister flies extremely large helicopters for a living. You see, something special happened living under the loving care and guidance of a "Killer Kane" Marine. His experiences made him special. Combat can change a person in many ways. Lord knows I have struggled. My father mentioned to me once that Vietnam "straitened him out." I can only speculate that the reason he never showed (at least outwardly) any negative effects of war must be directly related to having been part of such fine group of Marines. I salute every of you and I love you all, my hero's and brothers. Semper Fidelis!
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