frnkeore
Well-known member
On a more somber note, I was created by WWII. My dad was to old to be drafted and met my mom, in a motor pool, going to the Long beach, ship yards.
In my moms later years, she married a man, that I was proud to call my step father. He was a wonderful guy and decorated Captain, in the 91st Inf. He lost a eye, the day after he landed at Normandy.
In my moms later years, she married a man, that I was proud to call my step father. He was a wonderful guy and decorated Captain, in the 91st Inf. He lost a eye, the day after he landed at Normandy.