Pardon me while I use dribble for parsonal letter -- I couldn't find Angie's email address...but you can listen in..it's okay.
Angie asked if my Mother had remarried and how I lost my father at such and early age. Father drowned before I was one. Mother dated several fellows, who befriended me, but one was my favorite, Bart, and they were married. I continued living with my Grandparents and they lived next door.
But here...this link tells trhe story too.
And, Oh, Mary, I did not shoot any Italians in WWII. I shot at a German tank, but the shells bounced off. The rattle of bullets on the outside of their tank may have given them a headache, though.