BEGATS AND BEQUEATHALS

Or, Subtitled: “I never was so sure before of exactly what I was fighting for.”

As my last two postings (here and here) have said, I’ve been working on a set of memoirs of the World War II service of my father, his brother, their brother-in-law, and my mother’s brother and half-brother. As the two postings I’ve just linked explain, I’m both compiling all that I remember having heard about the service of these family members as I was growing up, and also trying to document what I was told, a task made much harder by the loss of records in the 1973 fire at the National Personnel Records Center in St. Louis. (To read the rest of this posting, please click the numeral 2 below.)