It was was January 29, 1942 and I knew the war was getting bad. All the posters basically begging for men to join was hard to ignore. I, however, was 47 years old with a wife and 3 kids at home. I had no intention on joining. I had always been a businessman and a family man. I never really had many late nights. I was home for dinner and recitals. I loved my life.
That was until, the letter c...