Fifteen... he was a very special and brave man. He was just a kid and enlisted to do a man’s job. Bless him.
Thanks! I think he was unhappy at home and he was a rough and tough Brooklyn boy who later went on to have a smalltime boxing career. Boys were men in those days!
Well done!
When I was in Paris a few years ago, an old lady came up to me on the street, no doubt after hearing me speak bad French to a street vendor, and thanked me for being an American. She said to me, “Merci, Thank you, American, World War 2, merci, merci, thank you”.
I said to her, “Lafayette, Revolution, merci, thank you!” we both laughed, said “au revoir, goodbye” etc.
Best part of the trip.