On Veteran’s Day, I raise my glass to all who honorably served. I’m moved by the family resemblances I see in the pictures of your fathers, sons and brothers, and now more and more frequently, mothers, sisters and daughters, Since I’ve never experienced this phenomenon, I’m intrigued by it. Maybe soon that will change. My recent research into my biological roots has revealed three additional probable sisters, bringing the total sibling count to six or seven. My biological/first/blood father served in “Uncle Sam’s Navy” so cheers to all the men and women who ever swabbed a deck.
Cin cin to my Grandpa Ocie, who worked in the Puget Sound Naval Yard and took me every summer to tour the USS Missouri. And to my Gramma Violet, who “chased seamen until she caught one.”