It occurs to me that I really never said why we went to Branson in the first place. You see, every year my dad 's army unit from World War II, the 12th Armored Division, holds a reunion. This year the reunion was in Branson. The photo you see above shows my dad, second from the left, discussing the days immediately following their capture in Germany. Their t-shirts show a nickname for them that someone came up with. It seems that the Germans made them clean bricks during their capture, so the fronts of the t-shirts say "Hanover Brick Cleaners." I'm not sure what the back says.
Of course, you must "ride the Ducks" in Branson. Be careful, though. You may end up singing the duck song for several days afterward.
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