My Dad spent some time in the Sixth. He was commissioned from sergeant to 2Lt in 41 and transferred from the Phillipines to Panama in 11/41. Later fought from New Guinea to Leyte. Ended the war in Washington in '45 as a LTC. Died in '72 of heart disease complicated by a drawer full of malaria. He was a quiet soldier who brought only himself and some terrible memories home from the war.
My mother carried a visceral hatred for the japanese to her grave in 1986, fourteen years after my father's death.
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