My Uncle Seymour: A Legacy of Courage and Sacrifice
Remembering Seymour Levine, my namesake, whose service in World War II left an indelible mark on our family.
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In my family, the tradition is to name a child after a deceased relative. I was named in honor of Seymour Levine, my mom’s brother, who was killed in action in the final months World War II.
I knew little about Uncle Seymour. He had a fondness for country western music, and his acoustic guitar sat unused and unloved in the corner of my room for years. That, along with the uniformed portrait my mom kept by her bedside until the day she died, was the extent of what I knew about him.
The story began to come into …