The handsome young man in the photo is my father, Charlie S. Cantrell, Jr. I wanted to share it today because I am so proud of his service. He went into the Navy at age 17 and served on the USS Pennsylvania BB38. He was a baker and also ran the port side guns. His was the flagship for the fleet.
He was a young boy from Moody, Texas who saw a great deal during his time in WWII and Korea. His best friend was a US Marine who was on his ship. His Marine shipmate was sent into battle but they made the promise to each other that when he got back they would go on liberty and get a beer. They even took a dollar bill and ripped it in half so my dad and his buddy would each have a half of the dollar to be used for the beer they would have when they were again reunited.
But my father’s Marine Buddy was killed and this always weighed heavy on his heart. After my dad passed, over five years ago, I was going through his treasures of WWII and Korea and found his small wallet with a half of a dollar bill tucked safely away. My heart skipped a beat and my eyes filled with tears because I knew what this meant to my dad.
I was honored to have known the significance of this half of a dollar bill.