"Oh I wish I was in de' land of cotton, Old times there are not forgotten; Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland. In Dixieland where I was born, Early one frosty mornin', Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland. Then I wish I was in Dixie, Houray! Houray! In Dixieland I'll take my stand, To live and die, in Dixie! Away, away, away down south, In Dixie. Away, away, away down south, In Dixie." ... My most favorite song. I was born in Fort Pierce Florida to a Chicago couple (my parents) who took early retirment to Florida. They managed an RV park there, then moved to Gainesville, where I remember being a kid, chasing alligators for sport single handedly with a big stick. I learned to pronounce all the words like a Floridian whereas my dad stuck to the Chicago syntax. I said kreek while he said krik. I said root while he said rowt. I said kar while he said kah. If you live and work in Dixie you are quite lucky, especially Florida. But even Texas, or Louisiana are both quite beautiful as well, in Dixie. California has more gold though, so those of us who are mining gold in California are stuck here in this looney bin for now. I often think of where someday to retire. I recall the beautiful beaches of Florida, the plains and prairies of Texas, the Gulf Coast of Louisiana. And if you don't mind being stuck in the middle of nowhere, even the mountains of Colorado are nice too. Unless you survived Marine Corps recruit or officer training, as well, you are probably not going to impress me with your bravery. Unless you stood on the wall as well, and left your family and sweetie pie back home alone, and loved your rifle and your .45 both at your side at all times in the day or night, I am probably not going to be impressed with your knowlege of guns. Unless you have dropped a buck deer in his tracks at 425 yards with a single shot, I will probably not be impressed by your varmint gun. That's just how it is. PTSD is an interesting thing. It goes away eventually. But it takes decades. I respect the younger grunts just coming home, who will have to wait those decades, still. Favorite joke: "What does a Floridian call anyone who is not from Florida? [Answer: A northerner.]"