In honor of Eddie Brown who was a POW in an unknown Stalag for 3 years. He came home, looking as death warmed over. He was the sweetest young man who gave me rides in a rumble seat car. He lived a year but succumbed to the TB he aquired whilst a prisoner. God Bless You Eddie.

In honor of Etzel Stone, who also was a POW in Germany. He too came home, but was so far gone, whiskey was his only solace. Despite his beautiful young wife, he could not forget. Was found frozen to death in a railroad shack.

In honor of John Stein, one lovely Sunday in December, sitting under a tree at Schofield Barracks.
He was wounded badly, and was in a coma for 2 months.He carried with him forever, a terrible stutter, as a result of his injuries.

In honor of William Hennings, 18 years old and burried in Belgium. Left a Mother & Sister to grieve forever for the unfulfilled promise of his life.

In honor of Henry McDermott, a POW in Korea. Imprisoned in an underground cage for 3 months. Nearly died from starvation & disease, he too aquired a stutter. Came back & raised a lovely family. Died too young.


There never was a good war, or a bad peace.
Ben Franklin