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Very long story short, My Grandfather ( who was more like a father) lost his only two brothers in WWII. He always made it a point to remind me of the real meaning of Memorial Day. The only time I ever heard him mention either of them was to say I wish they’d find Ralph, who was his oldest brother. Fast foward to this past Feb. My Mother and Uncle were contacted about giving DNA samples to help identify remains thought to possibly be my Great Uncle. Even though I know it’s not for sure, I do know my Irish Grandfather is dancing in his grave. JIC
Tomorrow l’ll be especially drinking to Staff Sergeant Ralph J Kearney. And my Grandad.
Tomorrow l’ll be especially drinking to Staff Sergeant Ralph J Kearney. And my Grandad.
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