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Patris's avatar

The first job I got after my husband got his discharge in 1971 was as a secretary with what was a 600 year old Japanese trading company. I passed their algebra test, wore miniskirts and was blond. A shoe-in. Plus I knew what telexes were and bills of lading. The young men were not much older, seemed serious but with one exception had great senses of humor. They were far from home and loved New York. Their custom was to take staff to lunch with them. We were mostly broke, T was having trouble getting hired because he was a vet and as one employment agent told him, man, no one’s going to hire a vet, they think you’re all on drugs or crazy... So free lunches came in handy. They joked about kamikazes being crazy. I learned later one of the managers father had committed ritual seppuku at the end of the war. Another one’s father had been a high ranking naval officer, killed in the war. He realized I was a baseball fan and from there on we clicked. They seemed so fucking glad they were not in Japan.

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Franky Edder's avatar

I hope the U.S. Military will say the same thing to Trump if he decides to have another coup of his own.

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