I have vague memories of when my Uncle Jake was killed, but remember well all the wonderful stories about him that my family shared with me. He was a beautiful young man, that is reflected in the letters I have that he wrote home during the war. They told me how much he loved me and I miss not having him in my life growing up.
The picture was taken April 5, 1943 and he died September 1, 1943, he was 24 years old.
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