Granddad served in the U.S. Army and was trained for the DDay invasion, but at the last moment was sent as a trainer to a base out west. I don't think he ever got over the sting of not getting to participate in the Normandy landings, though of course I am delighted he didn't get to go. Here are a few shots of him in uniform. Messing about with a tortoise. He looks a bit like Robert Mitchum, don't you think?
Standing on the front bumper of an Army truck, helmet in hand.
Posing (right) with an Army buddy, unidentified.