My dad swiped a case of tea from his mess hall and brought it to a family in France where he was invited to dinner. The wife happy-cried when she saw it. “But Dad,” I said. “Stealing is wrong.” He said GI’s don’t drink tea and we grinned. He didn’t talk about the war much, but that’s one I remember.

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