When I think back to my family history around WWII, the story that comes to mind first would be the story of my Great Uncle Jack. During WWII, he was a fighter pilot stationed in the pacific. But the story he always told me was not about the fighting, but what happened to him once when he was on leave for a weekend.
After some dogfighting, (which he didn't go into great detail about), he flew to a small deserted island atoll for a nice peaceful weekend. When he had arrived back from his island getaway, he arrived to find his buddies divvying out his stuff. As it turns out, my uncle hadn't told anyone of his excursion, and he was presumed KIA.
He always laughed about that weekend, and the only regret that he seemed to have about it was that he had never got his cigars back from his buddies.
Thats awesome! Thats pretty funny that they thought he was KIA. I bet all his buddies were really surprised to see him whenhe came back and probably felt pretty gulity about taking all his stuff... or maybe not cause it was the army and whatever you could find you should take.
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