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