Sometime around 1972 or so I was at a VFW sitting next to this very old gentleman. I remember him turning to me and saying something to the effect of, "Son, the last time I wore that uniform, I was on the way home from the Great War." I remember we talked a while. His voice was a little raspy, I thought because of his age, well into his nineties, but he said that, "I got a touch of mustard and it still bothers me." We talked quite a while. I always enjoy talking to older people and I remember asking him if he ever saw a "gunfight" because he said he lived "out West" as a young man. He said, "Yeah, I saw one once. Guy walked into a bar I was at, walked up to a guy at the bar and shot him dead right in the back." I remember him telling me not to believe what I saw in the movies. All the "gunfights" he heard about growing up were similar to what he saw that night. I do know of several historical figures who died in a similar manner so I always tended to believe him.
Recalling that reminded me of an old guy I knew while tending bar at a VFW in Traverse City about 1990. He was a life member of the VFW and was about 95. His eligibility was a result of his Mexican service when he was involved in going after Pancho Villa about 1914 or 1916! A very sharp, fascinating old guy. He was in a Cavalry soldier. I still remember him talking about the three horses he had while in the Army. It had been about 75 years or so and damned if he didn't get tears in his eyes when he spoke of them after all those years! He also claimed to have shaken hands with Pancho Villa in the middle of the Rio Grande River on horseback. I'm not so sure about that but Bill wasn't the type to make things up. Interesting tales, though.