Dad, Navy Communication Officer

Dad, I learned how lucky I am to be alive. Your job as a Navy Communications Officer on the North Atlantic between 1941 and 1944 escorting convoys between New York/Norfolk and England and back was a lot more dangerous than I thought. The routes you were on were the routes where the Nazis sank more shipping than any other Atlantic routes by a lot. Had you not made it on 1 of those 22 missions, I wouldn't be typing this today. Thank you Pop.