My Sailor. My Popeye. The strength, the tatoos, mementos of a vanquished foe and past. The twinkle that becomes a sparkle, then quickly disguies itself as a deadpan face for a dead-on delivery of mirth and mayhem. He sacrificed, endured and continues to endure trials, so that I may live and live better. And I WILL.
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