A nice woman with curly auburn hair, who'd been smiling through the entire dance, walked to her husband, removed his sunglasses, put them on her eyes, kissed him and carried on singing. And this was Pvt. Joe Fonseca's family, Joe himself wearing his army jacket and a couple of war medals shining on his shoulders. His wife then bent down and lifted their five-year old daughter up to the skies, and the little girl's two braids bobbed up and down on her imposed ascension. She smiled and he ...