“Strangely, we were saddened at his death, even though he’d killed a few of us.” My father was stationed with a PT boat squadron in the Aleutian Islands during World War II. He’d been drafted at thirty-seven years old (such things happened in that war) and found himself a petty officer in charge of supply. More

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