My Dad was military. He had spent 18 months in a German prison camp, and flew missions in Viet Nam. He would often shout orders from the other side of the house which led to my friends nicknaming him “The Great Oz”.
My Dad was military. He had spent 18 months in a German prison camp, and flew missions in Viet Nam. He would often shout orders from the other side of the house which led to my friends nicknaming him “The Great Oz”.