...Yesterday, 67 years to the day that Dan Galvin lived while so many around him died, he did what he does every Aug. 9. He put on his sailor’s uniform from 1942, and he stepped onto his front porch, and he read the names of each of the 389 men who went down with the Quincy.
Sometimes he gets through the list without crying. But every year it gets harder.
“I worry,’’ Dan Galvin said. “I worry that when I’m gone, no one will remember these men.’’...
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