Thanks for your prompt reply, Ray. Yes, just as you suspect, I am also related to Evan Peter Aurand. He was my father, and General Aurand's eldest son. Dad was born June 10, 1917, and matriculated at Annapolis in June of 1934 just before he turned 17. He graduated with the class of 1938, and had done a tour of duty on a destroyer and completed flight school at Pensacola NAS before Pearl Harbor. At that time, he was a fighter pilot on the USS Enterprise. His flight log for Dec. 7, 1941 shows his position at sea as approx. 325 miles WSW of Honolulu. Obviously looking for the Japanese, in the logical--but wrong--direction. Family lore has it that my mother managed to call him on the Enterprise to warn him not to fly in to Pearl Harbor, as was the usual practice during that period. She witnessed the whole attack from her sister's front yard in Aiea Heights overlooking the harbor. She took a picture of the moment the Arizona blew up which is presently at the US Copyright Office being registered. Once it is, I will lend it to the USS Arizona Museum at Pearl Harbor for an exhibit they plan for the 60th anniversary next year. While looking through the viewfinder of her camera, she failed to notice the Japanese plane coming up the hill, strafing anyone outside. My Uncle saved her by grabbing her and pulling her to safety. A row of machine gun bullets was found where she had been standing! Dad evidently did fly in to Pearl Harbor in a damaged plane that he managed to land at Ford Island. Whether it was actually during the attack is doubtful. Shortly after that, he proposed to her under the wing of a burned out seaplane on Ford Island. They were married Dec. 27th, 1941. Strangely enough, Dad's last Navy command was Commander U.S. Anti Submarine Warfare Force Pacific, and they occupied Quarters K on Ford Island, just a few yards from the Arizona's final resting place, and the airstrip where he proposed to her! Incidentally, his service in the White House was during President Eisenhower's second term of office (1956-1960). He was gone by the time the Cuban missile crisis blew up. But he did have some tense times! I can remember the times he didn't come home because he had to sleep in the war room, just in case. He was instrumental in making possible the voyage of the USS Nautilus under the north pole; in fact, he flew out secretly to the rendezvous point near Greenland where the sub surfaced. I have in a scrapbook a mimeographed postcard from the Nautilus showing a sailor in swim trunks hugging the North Pole. Evidently the crew had been told they were deploying to Panama!
Unfortunately, much as Dad would have wanted a son to follow him to Annapolis, he was Rh Positive married to an Rh negative wife. I survived. The next baby was a boy. The doctors forgot to check his blood type, and by the time they realized their mistake and began a total transfusion, he was dying. The next two were boys, both stillborn. I don't know where the confusion regarding after WWII began--his career certainly went on beyond that, but there are the facts.