Harry? Where are you Harry? Are you going to answer my questions Harry? I know it must be tough spending 25 years of your life so close to it, constantly having to dredge up the old, "Yeah, I wouda gone in if it hadn't been for__________..." excuse. I wonder how many times you rode up the coast, past LA, with a little short haircut hoping when you mentioned you were from Oceanside the drunks at the bar would just assume you were a Marine. Maybe you went even as far as SF for maximum impact. Did you feign a dark silence so they would also assume you were suffering and wouldn't ask any questions?
You probably shouldn't open your yap about things you really have no clue about.