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My Christmas memory stretches back over 40 some years. I was on an aircraft carrier that was in the Mediterranean Sea and we were on liberty in Naples Italy. There was to be a Christmas chartered flight for the families of the sailors who could afford it, and of course everybody who could afford it were getting their tickets a head of time. I couldn’t. The best I could do was to try to respond to a letter from my wife that my four-year-old son wanted a helicopter. Fortunately one of my shipmates in my division was an old timer and knew his way around Naples. So I gave him some money and asked him to buy a toy helicopter and get it wrapped and he brought it back and I sent it through our on-board post office. Then the Yom Kippur War broke out and our aircraft carrier was given 24 hours to get the crew back on board and get underway, and because no one knew how long this war might last, a decision was made to cancel the charter flight so none of the sailors got to go back after all. My son was just four years old at the time, and after my wife and I divorced she moved and I lost track of him for 18 years. Eventually when he was in his 20s he called my mother and she gave him my phone number and it was around Christmas that he called wanting to reconnect with me. That reunion made me forget that last Christmas present I got him and I never thought about it again until a couple of years ago. I casually mentioned it and he remembered getting that helicopter – he was 43 years old then.

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