This was a story that ran in the Philadelphia Inquirer on Memorial Day.
It has a local connection as well, through Gettysburg College.
Memorial Day always makes me think of Harry O'Neill.
A major-league ballplayer, a World War II hero . . . O'Neill's story, I've often thought, might make a nice newspaper takeout, perhaps even a book or screenplay.
His short life was as sweet as any imaginable. And as bitter.
"Porky" O'Neill reached the big leagues as a catcher. But while he got to wear the uniform of his beloved hometown team, the Philadelphia Athletics, his career consisted of a single game -- a single inning, really, with no at-bat, in a meaningless 16-3 loss.
He wore another iconic American uniform, too, as a Marine first lieutenant. Again, things didn't turn out well. A Japanese sniper's bullet ended his decorated career as well as his life.
Continued on the jump.

