My Grandpa on the accordion, somewhere in the South Pacific, May, 1945.
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I love it! This is classic WWII.
Gets done with My Bologna, then tells the confused audience: “You might not be ready for it, but your kids are gonna love it!”
Then checks the photo of his family.
There’s a lot of seamen on that poop deck
Hooyah Navy
That is both old school and cool.
But I do wonder how bad it smelled in those cramped quarters.
“The Polka rendition of There’s Nothin Like a Dame received a mixed reception that day, but was still preferred to hearing that Glenn Miller record played for the hundredth goddam time.”
Someone in that picture is in love.