With a Camera and a Gun

Laura Vasilion
Nov 10 · 3 min read

Remembering my father’s sacrifices in Iceland during WWII.

Graffiti on a street in Reykjavik, Iceland

Armed with his Navy-issued camera and a .45 caliber handgun, my father spent much of WWII in a place rarely linked with the conflict: Iceland. Aboard his AR5 repair ship, Vulcan, he sailed across the North Atlantic to Iceland in convoy. As the ship wove through the black-green angry sea, frequently dodging Nazi U-boats, Dad kept his camera and gun loaded. Upon…