Thanks for your service dad!
I wish this photo was known while he was alive, I would love to hear the story. Born in a dirt floor home in Missouri near the Mississippi River and raised in a VFW orphanage in Eaton Rapids, Michigan, my father was one of those who wouldn’t discuss his time in the Army during WW II while serving in the South Pacific. He only shared that he loved Australia and almost moved us there in the 1960s. The only other comment he’d occasionally make was that he was a radio operator, and on patrols he was the one carrying the large backpack sized radio with the long antenna, adding that the enemy always knew where he was.
