I remember my general MacArthur's uniform. I remember my father sending me a Bracelet made out of plexiglass from a Japanese kamikaze that hit their ship. My mother was the classic World War II what they call them The the rivator. Every morning we get picked up in a bus And borger and she gets dropped off at what today would you call a daycare center? She would go make sense out of rubber Pick me up and we'd go home. So we didn't live great 55 years later I got to say this without choking up 55 years later. It had bothered her all those years. Sure amazing. I trade with them in heartbeat