This is a photo of my grandfather (my mom's father) taken after WWII began. His transport ship stopped at Pearl Harbor where he got to meet my grandmother's sister Frankie and her husband Phil for the first time. Papa (my grandfather) was an enlisted soldier and was quite nervous to meet Phil, an Army Captain and his sister-in-law for the first time. Frankie sent Papa countless messages to come meet them at their apartment. After ignoring all of their messages, Frankie mentioned this to Papa's commanding officer. He finally made Papa go see them.
This story makes me laugh because (as far back as I can remember) Papa was never scared of ANYTHING. Frankie and Phil arrived to Pearl Harbor on the very last peacetime a few days before the fateful day of December 7, 1941.
I am extremely proud of my family's long line (on both sides) of men AND women who have served in the military. I miss you Granny and Papa! Thank you for your years of service.