One of the casualties of the Aleutian campaign was Kermit Roosevelt. While not significant in the outcome of the battle, he did serve as an intelligence officer at Fort Richardson and worked to raise Aleut and Eskimo militia. He succumbed to depression and alcoholism, which he had battled for years. My Uncle Manuel served in the artillery there as a battery clerk and after wards ended up in Belgium in December of 1944. My Dad was on one of the ships that patrolled the Aleutian Islands, joked that service in cold weather in Alaska turned his beard white.