Spent the last 2 1/2 hours with a 97yo veteran of WWII. He enlisted in 1939. I arrived to that same unit to take my first platoon in 2011.
He was full of stories. Literal twinkles in his eyes, which became mere joyful slits when he laughed, which was often
Said he also learned that the Navy always got the best food
We talked for two hours. Looked at pictures, rosters.
At the end, he tapped my arm with his fist, looked at me, & said "Thank you...You don't know what this means."
So. My heart is all kinds of full.