Recalling a Century of Life

Continued from Aug. 5

So much was the same.

It was mid-afternoon when we arrived at the entrance to the huge airbase near Jacksonville, Florida. We stopped at the entrance gate the guard on duty told Cecil to go through the gate for briefing and I to remain in the car outside. We parked Elizabeth, the Buick, to the side of the entrance. A Navy officer took the wheel and said he would take me to a civilian residence in the town of Jacksonville where we could find sleeping accommodations as no vacant quarters were left on the base.

The lieutenant drove us to an address on Hershel Street which wa...