My grandfather, George McAlevey, who fought in WW11 was gone for five years. He left when my dad, John, was two and came back when he was seven. My grandmother, Vi, kept him familiar to my dad, all those years, through letters and photos and when my grandfather came home and stepped off that train my dad turned around, recognized him and said to my Grammie, ‘Hey Mom, there’s Dad!’
My grandmother told me that story when I was 18. To this day it’s still one of my favorites.
My dad later joined the army and was stationed in Japan. He was so proud to serve his country. He met my mom, Pam, in Texas while she was working for the army but that’s a nice story for another time.
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