Just buried my Granddad today.

[Jenoch]

5. I read somewhere that

that they numbered around a couple thousand, so indeed, it is likely they crossed paths. Forgive me for being blunt, but your dad must have been a tough SOB to get through that experience. I know they had a lot of problems with jungle diseases and malnourishment. I read once that they cooked and ate the oats that was meant for their mules.

The uncle that I mentioned who died last winter was in the Navy, but he never saw combat. He joined right after high school and spent August '43 until March '45 based out of Panama. He was a radioman/navigator on a PBY flight boat. They were hunting for German submarines, but never found any. He had an adventure.

My dad's oldest brother was not so lucky. He was shot down 3 times in a Douglas A20A light bomber. He once spent two weeks in a 2-man life raft in the Caribbean. His plane found a German submarine, dropped a torpedo that missed. They came around and dropped another that hit, but not before they got their deck gun out and shot them down, so they both sunk. He survived the war, but was killed in a construction accident while building a damn on the Snake River.