My dad was born on October 9, 1918. That's one hundred years ago today. This photo was probably taken in 1945 or late 1944, when he was drafted because of World War Two, even though he already had two children (me and my brother Billy) and my sister Ann was born three months after he left. He served in the Philippines and in Japan. No, really, he SERVED. What he served was food. The Army made him a cook because he owned a grocery store, which means food, which equated with being a cook in someone's mind. Happy Birthday, Dad!
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Cool post. I love hearing about people's families.
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