Dad was 18 in 1942 when the dress blues picture was taken. He's about 19 or 20 in the picture taken in New Zealand. Lot of growing up in a hurry.
Dad was such a good looking guy and so open and friendly that in his younger days girls would swarm around him like he was some kind of celebrity. Drove my mother nuts.
He was so terribly wounded in the war that he spent a year and a half in a body cast. Nearly every bone in his body had been broken after the Japanese had blown him out of his fighting position. If he hadn't been a basketball star in high school and a Marine as well he wouldn't have had the physical stamina to survive. He was 6' 0" and 192 llbs when he went into the body cast - he was 5' 10" and 130 llbs when he came out of it. Doctors told him he'd never walk again - he did and within months. Doctors told him he'd never have children - he had five. And Doctors told him he wouldn't live to see 50 - he died at 71 though he was in and out of hospitals for decades. My grandfather lived to be 98 and passed away within years of his son. To me and my family my dad was among the last casualties of WWII. If not for that, he'd be here still.