my favorite veteran

My mother, Margaret, and her younger brother, Joe.

Some people are fond of saying they “love a man in uniform.”

As for me, I’m proud to say, “my mother once wore a uniform.” Olive drab wool and khaki, to be exact, when she enlisted in the Women’s Army Corps back in World World II.

Margaret is in the 4th row from the top, far right.

In 1944, Margaret joined the first company of WACs from Hawai’i — a unique contingent of 59 women (ages 20 to 44) representing almost every ethnic group in the Islands, 15 languages spoken among them. All were “local girls,” most of whom had never been to the Mainland. They wanted to serve as well as see other parts of the country. About 50 of them were from O’ahu; some had been under enemy fire, others had seen their homes or businesses ravaged by bombers.

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