This is a story well worth reblogging. Many people know this story but it is one that is so moving, it is worth sharing.
The Sullivan Brothers
“We stick together.”
Friday, November 13, 1942
Off the shores of Guadalcanal
The yellow-black smoke of battle had cleared from the skies as the sun set in the South Pacific on that fateful day in November. The deep swells of the ocean, however, still bore the scars of the previous night’s battle and the early morning of death and disaster. A thick, black layer of oil moved with the currents, and in the midst of the oil floated the debris of an American light cruiser, the last remnants of the U.S.S. Juneau. Desperate sailors clung to the debris, most of them wounded, all of them frightened. They were all that remained of the Juneau’s crew of 698 American boys. It was impossible to count the survivors, probably somewhere between 90 and 140, but such a count would have been worthless anyway. Wounds, injuries, and the…
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