Frank would have been right around 70 then. A lifelong bachelor, he was drafted at age 45 in 1942. Turned 46 in boot camp, at which point the Army admitted to him they made a huge mistake on their part and offered him a general discharge, whereupon he went back to his job as a hotel bartender in Harrisburg, Pa. Pop "sporterized" that Enfield in the mid 60's when I was in my mid-teens. Great uncle Frank was my favorite, but Mom would try to get us out of sight when the old cigar chewing curmudgeon showed up. He left me a dandy Krag when he died, which no one had a clue he even owned. Probably took it as payment for a bar tab.
