For the Marines: Uncle Jack, the Pueblo, and a Night Out of ITR
Freezing in miserable tents at Camp Pendleton in 1968, I never expected my uncle Jack Rice, a WWII Marine combat correspondent, to show up and rescue me with steak and beer. Only years later did I learn how that unforgettable evening connected to the USS Pueblo incident.
Service leaves marks that never completely fade. Some are visible. Most aren’t.