Thank you for the permission.
As a side note
Here in my home town, we had a artist who at the age of 18
joined the Marine Corps as a Combat Sketch Artist.
He was a dear friend to all but especially young Marines from here.
He told me of the first hours of landing on Tarawa.
Pure Hell with a solid sheet of steel going both ways.
He told of running down the "wharf" or the wooden dock.
If you are familiar with the battle.
Balls of steel, just being there.
To charge down the dock with a sketch pad and handful of charcoal pencils?
Some of you may know his name... Harry Jackson.
We drank whiskey one night while he celebrated returning to the
island for the 60th anniversary.
Semper Fi, Harry, You are missed...
