military museum | River's world…..

Put a Marine and a sailor together at a military museum and there are going to be some serious disagreements.

But they’re friends, so it’s all good.

As was the collection of pins from the Vietnam era.

Kill a Commie for Christ is probably not what Jesus had in mind.

My husband’s father was a SeaBee, though in an earlier war. Looking at their mascot made me wish I had a few more arms. Dinner prep would be so much easier.

As I said before, all the items in this museum are donated. Though why someone wanted them to have dirty underwear and a partial denture I’m sure I don’t know.

This uniform parade was a little creepy, especially the headless model.

That’s an exact replica of a cell at the Hanoi Hilton, right down to the inch.

And the rats and bugs.

Impressive roof patterning. wish I could talk the husband into doing that on ours.

Our friend, pointing out his photo from his time in Bosnia.

There was so much to see and take in at this little museum.

The husband with two of his old work colleagues taking about some kind of gun. 62 years of Army, Navy and Marine Corps service represented right there.

The Nazi flag came from a soldier who liberated Auschwitz.

This flag flew during the Normandy invasion.

A wall of WWII Life magazines. It will not surprise you to learn my husband has them all.

There’s a story for this fellow with the strategically placed leaf…

Of all the uniforms that have been donated and are on display at the museum, a WWII era French officer’s is not among them. All they have so far is a hat, so this poor guy is doing what any self respecting Frenchman would do while he waits…. drink wine on a nude beach.