General Discussion

During WWII, killed at the Battle of Guadalcanal.
His ship sank in 10 minutes after a huge kamikaze and bomber group hit his ship.
He still lies on the bottom of the Pacific ocean.
Grandma never got a body for a proper burial.

He was 20 years old and weighed 120 lbs but he fought to the end.

He never got to spend his pay.

My family talks about Uncle Jim to this day.
Because we want to keep him alive.
And we don't want him forgotten.

I think of him more often now because we are now facing
the same world wide evil that he fought and died for.

So I hear you trail dog and I thank you for your service.

But you see, I am trying my hardest to communicate to people about the danger all around us.
And what is at stake. And I have to talk to them in common venacular, and use metaphors that
hit them on a simple emotional level.

And yes my Uncle was first generation Irish American, and 100% certain he would have imbibed
on leave, so drunken sailor is not such a harsh comment in my mind.