This story is only remotely relevant but I'll tell it anyway. About mid-way into the war, my ship arrived in Philadelphia and I was granted a 72-hour liberty. My home was in Indiana and within that time I could get home and back by train, and have the better part of a day with my family. I didn't have the train fare, so I asked my parents to wire it to me. As I waited in the Western Union office, the manager and I fell into conversation. He asked many questions and, just as I was about to tell him to mind his own business, he said he'd let me have the money out of his pocket and that I could sign the money order over to him when I returned. That, needless to say, was the first thing I did on getting back to Philadelphia. I think about this every now and again -- Fran
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