Born and raised in NYC – I recall the discussion my uncles had when they gather in front of their bodega on 103rd street & 3rd, as well as when I used to go to PR for the summer, my uncles would tell of hauling trucks and canons up frozen muddy hills.
As a teen one, one thought of these exagerrated tales enchanced with a few beers – but as I gradually read more about how beloved country mistreated all those other than whites in the armed services, I came to realize, a bit too late as most of my uncles have passed away, that the stories I heard as a kid were true.
My heartfelt Gracias goes out to these true patriots as well my bendiciones