The good looking young man in the center of this photo is my Uncle John (mother's brother). I never met him because he died serving our country in the second World War when he was 21 years old. He gave his life at Iwo Jima serving in the Marines and, sadly, was killed after the war had officially ended. He left no wife or children behind to remember him, so it seems appropriate that his nieces and nephews do so
-- especially on this day.