One day, after my wife and I had been married awhile, she referred to my father as a "rubberneck". When we stopped laughing we explained that the term was leatherneck.
Did she also call him a "bottlehead"? ";^)
You've got to do something about that tag line. Not all of us that came of age in the '60s were like that. In fact, I rather suspect that I am definitely in the majority. I think we've discussed this before.
When I die I have it already in my will that I should be buried with my buddies in the Natl' Cemetery.
God Bless all of our veterans.