Monday, May 31, 2021

I was three when WWII ended and my two oldest brothers, Tommy and Buddy still teenagers, were serving in the military. Both were "reed men"—they played clarinet and saxophone in swing bands. Tommy in The Army Airs Corps where the plane he was part of the crew for scheduled to bomb Berlin, never left the states as the war in Europe ended first. Buddy was on Okinawa behind the lines where he still saw and experienced death and destruction. Their return after the war was a joyous occasion. By four I was playing piano like my sisters (between my brothers and me) and by five could play this song on the keys, from one of my favorite records that most called to mind those brothers, and still does. (Glen Miller never made it back from that war.)  

<https://youtu.be/8-pE-vHS5fI>

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