Log for the trip home

[civilwargal]

One of the few stories my father would tell was about waiting to go home. He was desperate to go home, so when they had filled their quota for a boat he heard someone say "Geeze we need a butcher". The only thing my father ever butchered was an occasional chicken, but he knew that by the time they got to the point where they figured out he had no idea what he was doing, they wouldnt throw him overboard. So that was how my father learned how to butcher. Anytime someone bagged a deer, they would call him and he would take his favorite knives and go. He also learned to barber while in Europe. My cousins still talk about being "treated" to one of Uncle Georges haircuts.....I was fortunate that the only thing he knew how to do was a crewcut, so I missed out....