Back on Veterans' Day, I wrote a long post about my dad's time in the Army Air Force, during World War II. At the time, I hadn't been able to track down a photo of him in uniform, but my sister Louise later scanned one for me. That's him there to the left, in 1942, which would make him 24. According to my mom, this photo hung in the window of the photo studio in Spokane where it was taken, for a while, I guess as a sort of promotional item, and as my mom said "because he was so good looking".
Oh, and apparently the rug I mentioned was bought by my dad in Hamadan, Iran, not Cairo. I must have gotten my stories mixed up.