Me in the arms of my oldest sibling, Tommy, to our right brother Jimmy who we called Buddy, to our left William, who we called by his middle name, Robert, sisters Joan, and Irene, closest to me in age but still separated by five years during which our brother John was born and died shortly afterward.
This looks like Easter, April 1945, Tommy in the Army Air Corps in a squadron getting ready to join the war in Europe to reinforce the bombing of Berlin but Germany would surrender in a few weeks so he'd never leave the States, while Buddy was about to leave for the Navy and end up in Okinawa when Japan surrendered.
They're all gone, just me left and still squirming to be let free.
