My dad was on Bataan, did the Death March and four years in the Jap death camps.
His brother, Uncle Bill, was cutting beryllium in Los Alamos.
His brother, Uncle Kevin, was in L.A. building bombers.
His third brother, Uncle Marvin, was in the Seabees building airfields in the Pacific, so that bombers could reach Japan and drop the bombs that finally freed their brother.
I have flown over Tinian a couple of times. Some years ago, you could still see the runways. I thank God for that concrete and my Uncles and the thousands like them.
Dad was a air corp veteran based for three years in New Guinea. It was pure hell on earth: exhausting heat, torrential rains, mud, water, headhunters, cannibals, 20 foot long snakes, etc.
Dad was a air corp veteran based for three years in New Guinea. It was pure hell on earth: exhausting heat, torrential rains, mud, water, headhunters, cannibals, 20 foot long snakes, etc.