My uncle who retired as a Rear Admiral had a treasure trove of War Two mementos including shrapnel from a bomb that nearly hit the ship he was commanding. I always enjoyed seeing “The Admiral’s” collection. I was the only one who called him uncle. He married late in life to a wonderful woman Edie. I remember going to his apartment after the marriage and there was a remarkable transformation. All the mementos were gone replaced by landscape scenes and pink walls. I was definitely a feminine transformation of a bachelor pad. I asked my uncle about it. He raised his eyebrows and said, “don’t ask’” and I didn’t.