I had some errands to do today, so I grabbed DH's black nylon jacket with the fleece lining that happens to have ARMY in big bright yellow letters across the back. One of my stops was Macy's. I got in line to get my Clinique free gift for a $21.50 purchase. In line in front on me was a tiny, white haired elderly woman buying make up and moisturizer. Behind me was her husband sitting patiently on a stool at the counter behind me. I glanced over and he gave me a big thumbs up,
and I knew in an instant it was the Army jacket that caught his attention. I walked over to talk to him while waiting my turn. He was the youngest in his battalion on Saipan. He joined in 1941 and stayed of course for the duration of the war. He did not think he would ever come home because they were planning the invasion of Japan. At one point there was a two story pile of medical supplies instead of the usual food and combat supplies that usually took its place. The war ended of course with the dropping of the bomb. He said, 'that meant we could go home and grow old'. I had tears in my eyes just listening. He told me that he was 90. I told him that he didn't look a day over 65. He then pointed to his wife and said, "She's 91". I teased him about marrying an older woman. He laughed and then off they went.
