I have two brothers, both older than I am and now both of them are gone. My oldest brother, Wes, died in 1994. He was 57 years old. He was a Navy veteran, retiring as a Senior Chief Petty Officer in 1973. He was on the USS FORRESTAL (CVA-59) when it exploded off the coast of Vietnam in July of 1967. I just got the word a little while ago that my middle brother, Stan, died this morning. He would be 74 in June of 2013, by my count. He was also a Navy veteran, serving a 3+ year "kiddie cruiser" hitch back in the 1950's. I believe he got out in June of 1960. He was a CTO - still a fleet seaman when he finished his Navy service. Losing a close loved one is never easy. I will keep it simple and just say this for now - I salute you both and you will be missed. We all love you. May you rest in peace.
That is the bad part of being the youngest - they are all gone now and I am the last of my generation remaining on this earth.
These pictures were taken in the early 1940's: Dad, Mom, Wesley (age 5) & Stan (age3). All together again!