My Dad was a “Navy Man”. Better said, he served in the Navy. On the day of his high school graduation, he came home to find a draft notice waiting for him in the mailbox, and off he went. He served in the Pacific theater, in places like Guadalcanal, and post-surrender Japan. But that is about all I know. He didn’t talk about it. He never claimed any veterans’ benefits, he never went to the VA hospital, he never wore a Navy h...
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