Epilogue

E P I L O G U E

Sad to say, in 1965, after almost thirty years of marriage, my parents got a divorce, and it once again occasioned my mother having a nervous breakdown. She recovered, but never fully, sold our house in Virginia Beach, and moved back to Attleboro,
Massachusetts, to be near some of her sisters. I brought her here to Augusta, Georgia to live with me in 1977, when she was diagnosed as having incurable lung cancer. She died later that year and is buried here.

Dad remarried a Greek woman in Hawaii in 1966. I visited them for two weeks in 1970 while I was on R & R (rest and recuperation) from my duty station in Vietnam. She seemed like a very nice lady and made a hell of a spinach pie, which, up until then, you couldn't have gotten me to eat, but she was a wonderful cook.

I tried to maintain contact with my father, but he stopped writing. It wasn't until June of 1985 that I learned from the Navy Department that he had died in March of 1983 and was buried in the National Cemetery on Oahu.

My brother, Harold, who is mentioned periodically in this book, died one day short of his 53rd birthday, on 9 August, 1990. He was buried here in Augusta, with full military honors.
I am the last remaining member of my family, and as such, wanted to preserve some of the experiences I had while putting in my time here on earth. Perhaps someone will have a good read.