Ukraine: Protesters capture 67 police in Kiev

[amandabeech]

56. And I thought generations on my father's side of the family were long.

My Dad was 43 when I was born. He was a WWII vet. Navy. He came closest to combat when he was aboard an escort carrier hunting Nazi subs in the Caribbean. He was transferred off the carrier when he developed tonsillitis. The carrier was transferred to the Pacific after the sub threat waned, and went down in Leyte Gulf. My Dad did not return to the ship following his tonsillectomy, but went back to his rating--aviation metalsmith--and spent the rest of the war patching up beat-up airplanes. At the end of the war, he was in charge of a couple of shops working on experimental designs. He was asked to stay in, but he was homesick for the Midwest and went home. He later regretted that decision. A small town in the Midwest can be mighty boring for someone who liked Chicago and Philadelphia.