After my grandfather went through the ordeal of being drafted into the
navy he served sometime at training school learning how to become a radioman.
He flunked out of radio school and was offered a job driving trucks; the
thing was that he didn't have a license. He hadn't even driven a
car before. But he took it because he needed something to survive.
Once the United States got heavily involved in the war they sent him over
to the Philippines. He remembers being shipped to San Francisco
where they stuck so many shots in his arm he couldn't stand straight.
He was then loaded on a ship for the grueling 30 day cruise. He was
stationed on a small island in the Philippines where he sewed tarps
for cargo ship covers and the covers for the guns on big ships. He
did this for 18 months until the war was over. After the war was
over he was still there and so was everybody else. He just wanted
to go home and finally it was his turn. He went home and married
my grandmother.