Oh my; we've got a lot in common-sort of!
First, let me say it looks like a lovely celebration for the veterans. Very honorable.
Now for the rest; My father was born on April 10th as well, but in 1919. He was stationed in the South Pacific during WWII (I don't know where specifically; maybe the Philippines) where he too caught Malaria that plagued him until the day he died. He was a medic in the US Army as he had polio as a child and was not able to be on the front lines. He never spoke much about the war, but the week before he died, he told me about how hungry they were; there wasn't much food and he said the locals had a beer that was heavy bodied and that was what kept them all from succumbing to starvation. That was the only conversation we ever had about the war; I wished we'd had more. I'm not sure what prompted him to tell me this, but I am glad for the snapshot into a little of how it was. Ironically, he never drank after the war.
Thank you for sharing your history. Have a lovely evening!🤗💜
thank you for sharing your father's partake as medic during WW II, truly he is a hero, too
Thank you @jhenrw!🤗💜