Right now, in honor of our approaching blizzard, I'm wearing a pair of genuine Army wool boot socks that were issued to me at Ft. Dix, NJ, in December of 1961. You can do the math. I figure they're good for another decade or so (although one is developing a hole up near the top where it probably got yanked too hard one cold morning); after that, it's anybody's guess.
I'm not too worried about it because I have two more pairs.
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