My only brother was killed on Okinawa and the day that the war with Japan was over I was in line at a Leyte Replacement Depot, about 7th or 8th in line, to get battle gear to invade Japan. When we were told to go back to our tents there was a great feeling of relief even though we still had that feeling that in cases like mine there was no revenge. After all is said and done war is hate and revenge. My brother’s last v-mail was that he was willing to go all the way if I wouldn’t have to come. Those words just stick in my memory to this day.
Nice story about a loving brother... thanks for sharing.