Different perspective.
I don't remember crying as a kid. Got spanked once, for something I didn't do.
Got punched once for something I did, but that was because Dad thought I got stuck under a pickup engine I was changing. Probably out of fear/relief.
First time I recall crying was in 1967, on a CSAR mission in Vietnam: we found a bird USAF lost, enemy fire. I had to go check out the wreck and found the four crew members skinned and strapped in their seats.
That was the first time I recall having tears, other than from icy winds in my face. Those tears came many times after that, over there in that useless bullshit war.
But no one ever beat me for anything, other than normal fights among my so-called friends.
Different perspective. I don't remember crying as a kid. Got spanked once, for something I didn't do. Got punched once for something I did, but that was because Dad thought I got stuck under a pickup engine I was changing. Probably out of fear/relief. First time I recall crying was in 1967, on a CSAR mission in Vietnam: we found a bird USAF lost, enemy fire. I had to go check out the wreck and found the four crew members skinned and strapped in their seats. That was the first time I recall having tears, other than from icy winds in my face. Those tears came many times after that, over there in that useless bullshit war. But no one ever beat me for anything, other than normal fights among my so-called friends.