My dad served a mission to Uruguay back in the early 1950s. He wasn’t given to talk much about it, or his time in the Navy in WWII. I just figured he was a private man, but as I get older I realize that I probably never showed much interest. He has since passed on, seventeen years now. Let me tell you, if he were around for a day he would feel like he was being interrogated because there is so much that I wish I knew about his life th...
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