The man on the far right is my grandfather, Dencil Legg, with a couple of buddies, and a photo bomber, from WWII. I was lucky to have my Papa Dink alive for most of my childhood. I loved him and his wife Anita, my mother’s parents.
My grandfather would never talk about the war, and I wish I had some stories of his to tell.
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