My father was a medical officer in the 91st Evacuation Hospital in the Second World War. He carried a camera and shot pictures throughout the war. He also had a portable darkroom he'd put together. He'd soup his film, make prints, and mail them home to my mother, who neatly placed the photos in albums. She wrote the captions he'd sent next to the photos. I am making digital images by removing the prints, which are very small, from the photo albums and shooting them with a Canon 10D. I clean them up in Photoshop and post them here. There are thousands of pictures, so I will be adding to the gallery for a while. Note on August 31, 2007: My father passed away this morning. So from now on these WW2 photos will depend on me and others who know the history of the 91st Evac. My mom's notes in the photo albums will help. I hope these pictures will tell the tale of what war was like for my dad and his generation. There's lots of talk about "the greatest generation," which my father found nauseating. One in-law at a holiday get-together was going on about it and my dad said "If I hadn't been drafted, I wouldn't have been there." That was typical. Except he wasn't drafted, he enlisted.