My research turned up this image from the Howitzer, the West Point’s yearbook. It shows, near the center, my lolo, Maximiano Saqui Janairo (if you can’t find him, he’s the one who isn’t white).
One of the joys of riding the train into Manhattan is the river view. A bit cloudy, but always nice to see West Point, where I lived for a time as a wee one. It’s also where my father, uncle and grandfather all graduated.
Here’s a photo of my Lolo, Maximiano Saqui Janairo. 1930 graduate of U.S. Military Academy at West Point Commission in the Philippine Scouts Chief engineer with the Philippine Army in 1941 Captured by the Japanese in April 1942 Survived the Bataan Death March Prisoner of War in Camp O’Donnell Escaped while being transferred to a hospitalContinue reading “13 things about my Lolo, Col. Maximiano Saqui Janairo, for Veterans Day”
I’m not in the habit of fact-checking family stories, despite the countless times (as a journalism student and journalist) I’ve heard: “If your mother tells you she loves you, check it out.” So it was more of a fluke than a deliberate act when I came across a document linked to what I’ve come toContinue reading “Fact-checking family stories”
This past weekend, my father celebrated his 60th college reunion at the US Military Academy at West Point. He attended the long weekend of activities with my older brother who, unlike me, had vivid memories of when we lived on post (I was but a wee toddler, and yet I remain a proud Army bratContinue reading “On West Point and my father’s 60th reunion”