I actually found a phone number and called it and was surprised to see that someone actually answered the phone. After saying....ummmmmm.....I know this is a random call and please don't hang up on me, but I think a friend of mine (Dirtfist) just dug up something that belongs to your family.
(crickets)
After explaining everything about how he found it we hung up.
So for 3 days I figured they were either looking for it or calling the cops on us because no one called and it was freaking us out a little to say the least.
Then today I got an email as follows...
Hey Mike,
Thanks for going to all the trouble of finding and contacting us about my father's dog tag. My son used to wear it when he was in ninth grade at CLP. He said he was playing football with a bunch of guys when one of them "clothes lined" him and broke the chain that held the dog tag and another one I had made up with his name on it. So its been there for at least 6 years, maybe more. Thank you for finding it. I would very much like to get it back if thats ok with you. He, my father, passed away this last June at 89 years of age. He was in the Army Air Corp, trained as a B-29 radar operator/repairman. He was drafted out of college in 1944 and the war was over by the time he got out of Tech School. He was assigned to operate radar on several ships that mainly returned Italian POWs from California to Italy and GIs from France to the US. He got out in 1946, just in time to marry my mother and return to college.
Again I thank you for going to all the trouble of seeking us out and letting us know of your find.
Thanks,
Oma