2 thoughts on “‘The Season’s Upon Us.’”

  1. OT. Just saying. It’s still Pearl Harbor day here. 75 years on, good God. When I was born, it wasn’t even 40 years since the end of WWI. Well, what I want to say is that my Dad suffered the loss of a friend on the first day of WWII. His high school chum is still aboard the USS Arizona. Dad was working on his car that Sunday morning with the radio on…learned of the attack sometime after 10am local time. I asked him what his reaction was…he would never tell me. He said he was in line at the Navy recruiting station early on December 8, then was back on the street five minutes after they told him to “take off his glasses and read the chart.” Then (for irony’s sake), the Army drafted him in 1943 and put him on a boat. Air/Sea rescue, 5th Air Force, Western Pacific. Manila, Okinawa and Japan after hostilities. Here’s to him. Frank K. Swisher, Sgt.

    1. The U.S. Military has an odd sense of humor. My Grandfather signed up with the Navy the day before his 18th birthday, and they stationed him at a certain home-front airfield as a mechanic. This is pre-AirForce obviously, but us grandkids always wondered what the heck the Navy was doing in Kansas.

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