 He went on to tell how Uncle Bossy was a hell of a guy. And, you know, a heck of an athlete and all that. Ended up in a jungle populated by cannibalistic tribes. And then he said when D-Day occurred, D-Day, that would be, you know, the 6th of June, 1944. When D-Day occurred the next day, all four of my mother's brothers volunteered to join the army.