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| We were in the process of doing a little tribute to a kick-ass organization - the 572nd Air Force Band. | |
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| They do the damnedest show - starting with a big band and later breaking off into a rhythm-and-blues review that rivals that of old Jake and Elwood. Anyway, while gathering some of their photos, we came across the usual fun-and-games and show stuff like these: | |
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| But we also came across an image which gave us pause. We had spent a lot of time looking at these fresh young faces having the time of their lives, flying around the country, playing, dancing, singing, acting silly. We also saw them bone-tired, catching naps on the floors of gyms and in the bellies of C-130's and 135's... | |
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...but when we saw this one - the reality of past and present - of youth and innocence lost... hit home. |
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