I had a number of uncles scattered around the various theaters. One was navy and piloted a landing craft on Tarawa. He got a purple heart for sure. His buddies told his son that he got a bronze star, too, but we never found out for sure. He wouldn't tell anyone anything about his war. No star every surfaced at home anyway. Another uncle was an army engineer. He helped build the Al-Can highway then got to Europe in time for the Battle of the Bulge. He was with a roving engineer company. They were all over the place but he said they never got in a fire fight. They were mightly close, though. Another uncle was a marine in the Pacific. He saw lots of action on several islands.
My dad was navy. He was stateside the entire war, 1st on sub chasers doing convoy escort duty out of FL and GA, then flying blimps patrolling the coastlines for u-boats.


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― George Orwell

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