On Saturday, despite the chilly, wet weather, I headed out to San Pedro for the Great Los Angeles Air Raid of 1942 at Fort MacArthur. Dressed as a WAC (more on that later), I braved the mud and puddles and for an afternoon of sharply-dressed soldiers and dapper dames;)
The Fort now houses a museum dedicated to WWII, made of brick and concrete and labyrinthine, full of old newspapers and spent shells. It was strange to wander through the rooms and catch my reflection on the glas displays, looking a bit like I belonged in them!
I'm looking forward to next year, when I have more time to pull together a better uniform and might even scrounge up someone to drag with me!