My Uncle Dan was a vet of the island-hopping battles in the Pacific. He passed two days ago at 95 years.
My grandfather was in a Navy tin can off Iwo, Okinawa and a lot of the rest of the Pacific campaign. They probably passed in the night. They don’t call them the greatest gen for nothing.
He really wasn’t willing to talk about his experiences, except for a few things. He gave me a beautiful Arisaka Rifle that he relieved some Japanese soldier of. It still has the engraved flower, which few of them that got back here have. Took it out today and cleaned it.
Both of them helped insure that my grandfather and thousands of others captured like him earlier in the war didn’t suffer their degrading slavery only to end up in a mass grave. Blessings to them!