Today we remember the generations who went before, and honor their sacrifice. Lately I’ve been enjoying an email conversation with one of the men who flew with Anne’s Dad in the Pacific. He’s been sending me photos from their time at Guadalcanal, including this one that’s much clearer than any we had.
Looking at these young faces in front of the PB4Y (Navy B-24) that was destroyed a few weeks later, gets me thinking of what they experienced. I see a playful camaraderie masking a fatalistic seriousness that makes me both appreciate what they accomplished liberating the islands, and hope that some day humanity might reach an end to war.
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