My great uncle, Martin Andrepont, was in the Army during WWI. He often told me the story of coming home on a ship after his tour was done. They were approaching New York and everyone was looking for the Statue of Liberty. It was early morning and very foggy so most of the soldiers were on the opposite side of the ship and were disoriented in the fog. Uncle Martin was the first one to spot her in the harbor and had a great laugh as he called out to them,"Hey, she's over here!" I heard that story many times before his death and I never tired of listening to it. I still recall the look in his eyes as he told it, like he was reliving it each time.

Anonymous
Iota, LA