Uncle Wally’s service had been family lore. And the monument—erected somewhere in a small town in France—loomed large in my imagination. My dad didn’t know the name of the town. Perhaps Uncle Wally didn’t, either.
He finally got it into gear, then allegedly crashed, the car before punching the taxi driver in the face
"We are not drawing down and, at times, will have a greater number of Marines here than before"