I never realized that four years of my father's life was glued to this fine Oldsmobile and Ford product, numbered M10..in addition to a menu of horseradish sandwiches, malaria and other exotic and rare delights of The Pacific Theater. Here is a "commercial" for this wonderful product, no less filmed at the Fort Hood, Texas training grounds, where despite the lively narration, it was hot, sweating and generally miserable for Midwesterner s like my father.
America..On The March!
On the home front, life went on in a manner of speaking in "sweet home Chicago." My mother's world was decidedly different than that of that Duensing fellow she was engaged to at the time.
Of course life could be tough and boring without the conveniences of home, being on a remote island or coral atoll in the middle of nowhere, on their way to invade Japan, but, at least there was one convenience, there was always entertainment on the radio, while studying sand charts and swatting fly's, if you weren' otherwise occupied as target for tree snipers.
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