Apparently you mastered the transferring of a photo onto the blog as the picture of U.Jay's shack came out well...perhaps Ann helped you. The photo is interesting..I did not know U.Jay was on that island. Cleve
A picture like this leaves me in wonder at what we learn so late in life. I always knew that Uncle Jay was in WWII, and that he was a Seabee, although that term was meaningless to me for many years. It seems like much of that war remained private to the men (and women) who served--perhaps because of the horror of it--and now, as they are passing on, much of their knowledge is passing with them.
Yet our generation, and much more so the next ones, is that much more destitute for not knowing details about these things. We cannot have the appreciation we need for the freedom we have, without realizing how much men like Uncle Jay did without, and many suffered horribly, to provide us with freedom from the despots of the world.
I listened to (didn't read) the sequel to Tom Brokaw's The Greatest Generation in one of my many driving trips between the Midwest and Alabama. It was readers' responses to the book--either people who had been in WWII or their children recounting stories from their parents. It was an excellent listen and made me want to read the original book. (Refer to my comment earlier about having many books on my To Read list.) I often thought of incorporating it into any history classes I may teach in the future.
I knew Uncle Jay was a Seabee on Guadacanal but the picture of his living quarters was an eye opener.
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Apparently you mastered the transferring of a photo onto the blog as the picture of U.Jay's shack came out well...perhaps
Ann helped you. The photo is interesting..I did not know U.Jay was on that island.
Cleve
A picture like this leaves me in wonder at what we learn so late in life. I always knew that Uncle Jay was in WWII, and that he was a Seabee, although that term was meaningless to me for many years. It seems like much of that war remained private to the men (and women) who served--perhaps because of the horror of it--and now, as they are passing on, much of their knowledge is passing with them.
Yet our generation, and much more so the next ones, is that much more destitute for not knowing details about these things. We cannot have the appreciation we need for the freedom we have, without realizing how much men like Uncle Jay did without, and many suffered horribly, to provide us with freedom from the despots of the world.
I listened to (didn't read) the sequel to Tom Brokaw's The Greatest Generation in one of my many driving trips between the Midwest and Alabama. It was readers' responses to the book--either people who had been in WWII or their children recounting stories from their parents. It was an excellent listen and made me want to read the original book. (Refer to my comment earlier about having many books on my To Read list.) I often thought of incorporating it into any history classes I may teach in the future.
I knew Uncle Jay was a Seabee on Guadacanal but the picture of his living quarters was an eye opener.
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