My sister was contacted a few weeks ago by a very distant relative (somebody we didn't know) who had been contacted by a man in Australia. The Aussie had found a dog tag in the sand on a beach on an island in Milne Bay, Papua New Guinea. The name on it was my dad's uncle, and it was from (I'm told) the only year the U.S. Army put the name/address of the next-of-kin on the dog tag. So the guy who found it contacted a woman who was about an 8th cousin, who contacted my sister who is the daughter of a nephew, and she put the situation in my hands.
So I just received the nearly 74 year old dog tag in the mail from Brisbane today. Right there on it is my great uncle's name and my great-grandmother's name and address. It's very moving that it made it from somewhere under the sand in New Guinea into my hands. My dad's uncle was much loved, never married, had no kids, and suffered emotionally after the war. It is a great honor to be able to remember him and help pass his name and story on.
The battle this is from was the Battle of Milne Bay, which was probably the battle that prevented Japan from invading Australia.
I'm thankful that neither the guy who found it nor the first person he contacted felt that they should keep it and sent it on to his closest living relatives.
So I just received the nearly 74 year old dog tag in the mail from Brisbane today. Right there on it is my great uncle's name and my great-grandmother's name and address. It's very moving that it made it from somewhere under the sand in New Guinea into my hands. My dad's uncle was much loved, never married, had no kids, and suffered emotionally after the war. It is a great honor to be able to remember him and help pass his name and story on.
The battle this is from was the Battle of Milne Bay, which was probably the battle that prevented Japan from invading Australia.
I'm thankful that neither the guy who found it nor the first person he contacted felt that they should keep it and sent it on to his closest living relatives.