Pacific Signals

This blog (project, obsession...whatever you choose to call it) has been five years in the making. Ok, maybe that's a bit of an underestimate. It's actually been 73 years in the making. Ever since my grandfather returned from service in the Pacific in December 1945 and was honorably discharged from the army the following month, his story needed to be told. Not because he did anything particularly heroic or individually important in the two and a half years between his induction and his release (although who knows, maybe he did!). But because his story is no doubt the story of a generation of young men whose  My grandfather, George Spishack. Summer of 1943. Now here's the problem. It wasn't. And I can understand why. Coming home from a war where nearly everyone served in some degree, what point was it to make a special case for yourself? Why go into detail on stories that, in his mind, might not amount to much compared to those who on the front lines (he probab...