Considering all things, it was relatively a brief corridor in time that Uncle Gene and I shared together. During most of this time he talked and I listened while he painted his stories into my memory. One such account was his time in the morgue. Certainly, not something most nine year old have given much thought. At any rate it was one of those stories Uncle Gene told of his time in the army posted on an island called Okinawa. Now I had never heard of Okinawa, but I figured it really existed somewhere in the Pacific Ocean never to be the same after Uncle Gene had been there.
Now I knew that a morgue had to do with dead people, but Uncle Gene gave me to understand that his place had to do with those who had been killed in Korea, and whose bodies needed to be identified before burial. From "driving tanks" to a "morgue in Okinawa" seemed a little unbelievable, but hey... Uncle Gene could convince you of his facts.
It again was not until years later that the following patch in Uncle Gene's collection was understood.