I thought I had something like this around. Here's dad, me and my older brother. I've got binoculars and a sidearm in one, cowboy shirts on in another, (though I remember calling it my Davy Crockett shirt) and a full cowboy getup, including horse, in the last. I've got a gun and knife on along with the hat, chaps and horse.
My older brother was killed with the 173rd Abn in Vietnam and dad has been gone since 1976.
This feels like ten lifetimes ago, though in many ways they are with me still.
Update: Sure had a good time running these images through the photo editor and retouching them. Printed a couple for my daughter, who looks a lot like her uncle.
Real men. We certainly are living in a different country now.