My dad, "SMITH, G.W.", as it says on his well-decorated helmet. He was in the Navy during World War II, on the U.S.S. Portland. He got to come home at the end of the war, fortunately. In fact, he was so eager to get outta there that when he got his walking papers, he left that fancy helmet on the ship!
Wow, he was so skinny then. Guess we all were, once!