I could touch him if I were allowed to go back in time.
TBT: In 1942 an army infantry soldier, my late uncle, demonstrates marching at right shoulder arms for an unknown photographer.
When I was home on leave from basic training in the Marines I recall doing the same thing my uncle Carl R. Bonde, Jr. did about thirty years before: march around with a .22 on my shoulder to show someone how it was done.
This photograph fills my heart with longing to see him face-to-face.
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