Prayers for your brother, my dear friend.
My uncle passed away last night. Bill was a Navy Veteran of WW2. I drove a PT Boat. In fact, he was in the boat that brought Gen MacArthur back to the Philippines. Since MacArthur wanted to wade through knee deep water in triumph, Uncle Bill had to bring the boat dangerously close to the beach, and after the General disembarked the sailors began to talk among themselves. Someone recognized my Uncle’s Boston Accent, and the two began to compare notes. Turns out they were long-lost first cousins!
I grew up with these stories!
RIP, Uncle Bill. A member of the Greatest Generation.
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So sorry for the passing of your Uncle, M.L.! *HUGS* tiapam!