This is my Grandad, General Blakelock, on the horse. I'm guessing that's a Private endangering his privates. The old man saw the end of the Cavalry. WWI pretty much showed them to be obsolete. He had been with General Blackjack Pershing and the Texas Rangers, pursuing Pancho Villa all over Mexican territory. You know who I would be rooting for in that contest.
I can't help but think there is some kind of kinky, repressed homo-eroticism going on here.
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