When I was 11, 12 (WW II) or so, a bunch of us boys would meet, usually on Brookwood Creek near Brighton Road and create war games. The group (or me) named us the ”Jitter Marines”.
The origin of the name is vague, but one of my nicknames during that time was “Jitter”. That could have come from my stuttering, or perhaps another source. I believe that Hugh Richardson came up with it.
Anyway, we would patrol up and down the creek looking for Nazis and Japs.. Sometimes we would talk newcomers into playing Nazis, but that was not a popular role. I recall that one day when I was bicycling over there from home on Peachtree Street. I must have had a bad fall. When I came to I had a splitting headache. I made it to Keith’s house but Mrs. Quarterman got my mother over and I was taken to the ER. Don’t remember much after that…
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