I really enjoyed reading the stories posted to your thread. I am sad to realize how many WW II vets are gone now. My dad began taking me out golfing with him Saturday morning when I was 10 or 11. This was a men’s time and I was surrounded by WW II vets. There was Phil Plumo who landed with the 1st Infantry division in North Africa, and was wounded so badly in Sicily he was mustered out in 1943. He was a good golfer with a swing permanently crippled by his wound. Harold Taylor was a brigadier general with the 41th infantry, which was called up for MacArthur’s initial offensive against the Japanese in New Guinea. His health was so severely compromised by fighting in the jungles, he was the first person I ever saw using a golf cart. I remember seeing Ken Jernstedt who was the fifth leading ace in the flying tigers. These guys came from Dayton and McMinnville Oregon, which might have had a combined population of 5,000. These are just three men of the many I remember after 50 years.
Me too, FRiend and I miss my Dad immensely, even after 22 years!!
We will keep our memories intact and hopefully pass it down to our kids.
It sounds like your memories are quite fond, thanks for sharing!