John D. Hannah served his country honorably. Retired as a senior chief petty officer. Went back home to Illinois.
His wife died, he took it hard. Dropped out of life as it is normally lived. Helped out with chores at a homeless shelter in Detroit, in exchange for a vinyl mat to sleep on. Smoked, got lung cancer, died. Utterly alone, and unclaimed:
I don’t think I ever met him. But somebody did. Maybe not you, shipmates. But maybe someone you knew. Or someone they knew.
Someone who can help. Ask around.