They’re all dead. The Curly haired one died in his teens in a plane crash while on leave from the war. The oldest two grew into kind and gentle men. The youngest was a wild card. He we served in Korea. He was funny and rough and kind and taught me how to play cards and garden. He had no teeth and only wore striped bibbed overalls. He had a skunk as a pet. He passed in the early 2000s after reuniting with an old lover (like Biblically) and I am so happy for him to have gone that way.

Edit: a word