I went back and found and tagged all the stories and photos I’ve posted about my father’s father. It’s kind of amazing how much there is and how it happened without my ever making a conscious decision to write about him. Now I’m thinking about sharing some of it with my dad and my uncles, which would be an unprecedented event in the Santiago family’s history.

Also, another World War II army photo. He’s the one on the left. 

Definitely my grandfather.

Probably France.

Probably 1945.

Maybe Normandy.

Maybe.

Family history is hard.

[Edit: I now know exactly where this was taken, and I even have a whole story about it.]