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Your weekly Local Running Newsletter has everything you need to lace up! The sword was suspended in the basement rafters with a message from still secured to its fittings. My grandfather and I were sitting one floor above it at his kitchen table when an email arrived.
It was A. The timing was convenient. My parents were there, too. My grandfather, Joseph Kasser, who goes by Ben or Benny, built the home in for a family of four that eventually dwindled to one. My mom, Kathy, was the first to go, leaving for college in ; my grandma Alice died in ; my uncle Bob died in They left Benny alone on Louis Street with a lifetime of modest possessions. It was apparently something he had considered. I read it silently while sitting at the kitchen table, where I had heard one side of the story for more than three decades.
One of those stories was set aboard a troop ship in the East China Sea at the start of the invasion of Okinawa. Pretty soon the shells started coming down and dropping like hail.
If that plane would have landed on the deck, it would have exploded, fire and gas. We would have been all gone. Instead it crashed into the sea. He left Hawaii on January 30, , and stopped in the Philippines before a ship carried him to the battle of Okinawa. His ship situated itself in the East China Sea on March 26, among some 1, Allied vessels stretching to the horizon, staged for an invasion that would begin six days later.
