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Wilfred Moore and Uncle Forrest were cut from the same cloth. Forrest wore brown during WWII, working communications in the Pacific theatre. Stayed in until 1966 or so, knowing he'd never make it past full bird because he was a Stanford grad, not West Point.

Forrest was the oldest of 3 brothers. My dad in the middle, Gordon the youngest. When war broke out, all three went to enlist. Gordon became a B-17 captain. Dad was raising turkeys in Patterson, Cal...he was told he'd continue doing so, only for uncle sam instead of the private market.

I remember calling Forrest when my dad died. He advised me to not live to be 90. He really hated not playing golf.

A generation we will always owe a debt to. Everybody pitched in during the WWII years. I often wonder if the USA still has that strength of will if needed today. I certainly hope so. Hell, I believe so. When the chips are down, we are still the USA!