Daddy being chief among them!
I still recall the story prim and proper Mother told of taking a bus to Indianapolis to greet my wounded in the leg Daddy. He was returning from Lety in the Philippines where he was shot by a sniper in a tree as he led his platoon. Some, Daddy included, had walked through their own shoes.
Mother was in a taxi approaching hotel with rollers still in her hair when she saw Daddy crossing the street.
Forget the rollers! She jumped out of the "cab" and ran to him. Though injured, he picked her up and swung her around.
The most wonderful memory in her life!















