Memorial Day seems like a good time to share this photo of my Grandfather Lee. I only met him once. I was very young, but I do kind of remember him. He and my Grandmother were divorced when my mother was about 2. He then moved to Missouri and raised another family there.
He served in World War II and was captured and had to spend time in a POW camp.
He used to call on Christmas Eve and I would talk to him then. He seemed like a great guy.