World War II interrupts my stepfather’s search for stardom. He joins the Navy, becoming a gunner fighting in the Pacific Theatre. Near Okinawa his ship is attacked by a Kamikaze plane. The plane takes out the whole back of the ship, stepfather included. Things aren’t looking good. A medic sees that his bladder has been punctured, safety pins a note to his chest to that effect, and he is sent in a basket over to the medical ship. In my stepfather’s version of the story, he was combing his hair, prepared to charm the nurses when he was pulled out of the basket.