Gramps, or "Why am I not in the Navy?"
He stood taller than I do now (this is 1942, I think) and had been a notable figure on the University of Iowa basketball team in the 1930s.
Home on leave with my Mom and one of my aunts (Winter 1943?).
With such a Navy-centric family history, how did I ever end up in the Army? Part of it may have been that I never got to meet Gramps, as he died before I was born. Have to wonder if he had lived, if I wouldn't have gone down to the sea instead.