Lost one friend, a 96 year old Marine in June. Now the only WW2 vet I know is a 95 year old Navy vet whose parents signed for him to join in January 1941 on his 17th birthday. They had so many kids they had a hard time feeding them all. He's mentally sharp, I always call him admiral, which he likes.
They're my heroes, always have been and always will be.
