[Mark17]

Ping to 165. My dad was also in the Army in WW2. His brother, the one he named me after, was in the U.S. Army Air Corps. He was a radio operator, who arrived in the Philippines in November of 1941. Then, that bad thing happened on December 7th, 1941. Unfortunately, he was captured by the Japanese, and died of malaria, on the infamous Bataan death march. He was originally buried in the Cabanatuan cemetery, in the Philippines, but after war, he was reburied in Arlington National Cemetery. My grandfather insisted on that.
I have never been to the American Memorial in Cabanatuan, Nueva Ecija province, but one of my friends went there, and he saw my uncle’s name on the memorial. A sad moment for sure.

[linMcHlp]

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