Got off this slab to do some shopping. While crossing through the parking lot, I noticed a set of Georgia Purple Heart plates.
As you probably have figured out by now, I'm not shy. I saw an aged couple get out assisted by a woman about my age. I looked at the old guy.
Your purple heart?
Yes.
What year were you hit?
'42.
Army or Navy?
Navy. I served on the Hornet.
His aged right arm showed signs of some pretty horrific damage from long ago.
He told me he joined the Navy in '40 and served on the Hornet from the time she left the yard until she went down, and told me a little about the Dolittle raid and Dolittle himself. He said he saw a lot of him as he was a photographer.
An interesting man.
My advice? When you see some sign of service, a division pin, a ball hat, whatever, ask the guy.
A lot of these guys are just dying to chat about it with someone that respects them.
They are not going to be here much longer.