As the war marched on, it soon became inevitable that my Father would be drafted into military service. Instead he enlisted in the U.S. Navy. It didn't take long before he received orders to head off for the war. In my fathers words: "I went into the house and called an ambulance. I told them there was a sailor on the front porch steps and he'd fallen and hurt himself. Then I went out and laid across the front steps. The ambulance came and they took me to the VA Hospital in Long Beach. I told them my back was hurt and they must have gotten my x-rays mixed up with someone else's because I spent the next nine months in the V.A. Hospital with an injured back."