Guest Book

My Dad and his Brother, My Uncle George, both emigrated from Ireland in the late 30's and became citizens of The USA. I guess it was quicker in those days. WWll started and they both enlisted in the Marines. They were assigned to different units and both went Island hopping in the Pacific. Both were wounded, my father shot in the stomach and my uncle shot in the butt. My father was sent to the US to for surgery and my uncle was treated in the Pacific. My father never went back do the nature of his injuries, his stomach and a lot of intestines were removed. My uncle came home after being shot in the leg and having a lot of damage to it. It was later removed because of ongoing problems. Whenever we had a family gathering they would drink and would start messing with each other. Good natured barbs were thrown between the two. It would always end with the same two comments. My Dad, with a brogue "What were yah doing George, running from the enemy or had your men had enough of yah" and My Uncle George "I don't know about that Jim, but at least I had the guts in me to go back". My Mother would get up from her chair and tell them that was enough of that and it always ended with her and my Aunt putting a record with a song called The Stripper on the phonograph and doing a fan dance for the family. My Dad died over twenty years ago, my Mom died 3 years ago but my Uncle is still here and living in California. Happy Memorial Day to all. Be safe, John