Just spent some time with my 90-year-old uncle who was a Marine on Iwo Jimo...got a phone call Sunday nght, <span style="font-style: italic">"Tony, can you come over? I need to walk with you."</span>So, Monday morning we took off & just got back last night.
He's on his last legs...which are black as can be from, as he tells ir, <span style="font-style: italic">sleeping on Iwo's sands."</span> We talked about him & his life and me & my military career. He had some things of mine from when I was young that he gave to me, & wanted me to through his antique collection & pick something I wanted.
I couldn't do it so I told him I'd come back son with my pickup to make a decision....I think he knows his time is near....& I think my aunt knows also...she really looked bad...bet she'll go within a few months of him.
Sad.....