Sgt Grit,
This photo was probably taken in 1943. My uncle, John McQuade (with the salty seabend) had just returned from Guadalcanal. That's me (180xxxx) at age seven with my Mother.
Uncle John's gone now. He would never speak about Guadalcanal. As I got older, I sort of kept an eye on him, as he had a serious drinking problem. When drinking, he would tell me that he didn't deserve to be alive with so many "good friends" dead…
He had a serious case of jungle rot, which would rise up periodically, but he refused to go to the VA, for the same reason, he couldn't do it with so many "good friends".
This is a real shot in the dark, I'm just wondering if any of the remaining heroes from Guadalcanal might have known Uncle John, my hero…
He was very proud of me when I enlisted in 1958.
So many unappreciated heroes from that time, so many….
Continued success
Bill McDermott