My most vivid personal memory of World War II:
Since I was only about 12 years old, I was a little too young to have served in World War II.
But even being that young, we children were called upon to take places of those that volunteered or had been drafted. My neighbor across the street at that time was manager of the local J.C. Penney store. He hired me to work in the stock room, pricing merchandise, sweeping floors, etc.
One day the door bell rang at the delivery door, it was a gentleman who worked at the telegraph office. The manager of the store had received a telegram, and I had signed for it. I delivered the telegram to my boss.
It didn’t take very long for us employees to learn that his son, serving in the military, had received severe shrapnel wounds to his head. The manager quickly left the store, and with his wife flew to where their son had been hospitalized. He had immediately resigned from J.C. Penney to take care of their son. It was a very tearful moment for all of us.
My two older brothers; one had served in the U.S. Coast Guard, and one in the U.S. Navy CB’s (construction battalion), They are still alive today, the oldest is 90, the other brother is several years older than myself. I am thankful for their return safely from the ravages of war.
Thanks Laurie.
- Toby