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To: unclewest who wrote (79025)	10/19/2004 7:26:24 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 793858

<<Damn I hate the elderly label...but what the hell, I do get senior discounts everywhere I go now, so it may be true.>> I got asked for my seniors card and then an ID to buy booze. They just mentioned on the radio that a guy 75 years old bench pressed 575 pounds. The reporter asked if he'd ever done 600 pounds and the geezer said he hadn't ever tried and then did just that.

To: unclewest who wrote (79025)	10/19/2004 8:07:50 PM
From: Maurice Winn	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 793858

UW, why not just volunteer? Why wait for a draft? <If GWB gets to draft me I'll work for no pay and return my monthly Army retirement checks .> He's already said there won't be a draft. <Those nutty raghead terrorists haven't seen anything like a crazy, pissed-off, American old fart.> Come to think of it, shouldn't the old guys be first off to fight? Being elderly and nearer their natural termination time, they have less to lose and if they have retired and are pottering around the garden, they could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Okay, it's true we are less agile than when 20, but realistically, being a good shot is more important than being a fast runner. If there was a war, I think I'd rather go than have our son go. He should stay back and do good stuff, marry, have children and things. He knows all the new-fangled things. If I got killed, well, what the heck? I'm near the end of the conveyor belt anyway. I wouldn't want to have a dead son come home. That would not be good. Mqurice