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Who knew this gang would become the Nashville family that would anchor me.
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Who knew they would bring me back from Switzerland?
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Who knew they would keep me from moving to New York?
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Who knew they would all circle back, even if we have scattered from our VFW Cherokee Crossing chapter?
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God Bless America.
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