October 15, 2018:

"The old man himself Sept 1943".

Same day at the Presidio, same dress greens, same tie and tiny lapels and Sergeant's stripes.

He's not grinning here, but his posture is open, and openly curious. Head to one side, hands clasped in front, relaxed. Two years later and forever after his photos are stiff. He's guarded, vigilant, severely depressed.

The war did change him, then. As family legend says.