I've mentioned him frequently enough that I thought some of you might like to see some pics of the WWII Marine who was my father.
Here's dad as he looked just before shipping out for Guadalcanal. These kind of pictures were called "the final photograph" in those days in the belief that it was likely to be the last image of the individual the family would have.
And here he is having a rare good time with some buddies and some New Zealand wildlife

Dad's on the left.