My dad’s last year of school was the eighth grade.
His father was an alcoholic so Dad had to quit school to get a job and help support the family.
He worked until he was drafted, heading off to WWII, serving some time in the Philippines. He told me once he was on a ship heading to Pearl Harbor when it was bombed by the Japanese, so the ship turned around.
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