Originally Posted by 22250rem
Back in 1970 as a young marine was the closest I came to getting a tattoo. But growing up in the 50's & 60's amongst all the WW2 guys who had 'em was what stopped me. Damn near all of 'em regretted getting a tattoo. I heard all the excuses; most common of which was being drunk. The one regret I recall best was my dad's buddy in 1960 when I was 10 and asked him to lift the sleeve of his T shirt so I could see his tattoo better. Then I exclaimed that it was "really neat !", and he calmly said; " Yeah; I thought it was really neat, too... Back in 1943;.. But now I'm so damn sick of looking at it".... That was the thing flashing through my mind that day in 1970 that finally caused me to not get that tattoo. Kinda glad I didn't as it would be 50 years old this year and I'd bet that I, too, would have been damn sick of looking at it.


22250rem,

Was it like this?

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