Fred Hoge’s eyes began to tear up as he drove through the gates of Crown Hill Cemetery on Monday.
My memories of my grandfather, James Cramer, who died on March 10 at age 93, are the same as any grandkid’s: For the 34 years I knew him, he looked the same — like a grandpa.
Kenneth Hale wasn’t surprised when he was drafted at the age of 21. He was living in Kansas City and because he had a private pilot’s license, he got to enlist in the Air Force. He learned how to fly a glider, a bi-plane, twin-engine Cessna and the B-17.
Willie Akau was surprised to learn he had a grand uncle who was a decorated World War II veteran. He didn’t hear about Gordon Chung-Hoon, who received the Navy Cross and the Silver Star, until years after he died.
Van White, of Albuquerque, N.M., will always remember the men who lost their lives on B-17s in World War II.
Jeff Willming didn’t want to waste his mother’s money on college, so he chose to enlist in the Air Force instead.
I was in the 355th Regiment of the 89th Infantry Division in July 1944 at Camp Butner, N.C. The division had a quota of two out of 12,000 G.I.’s to go to Fort Benning, Ga., for infantry officer’s training.
Rickey Christian is living the dream his best friend Virgil Taylor desperately wanted to have. Christian is a 1996 graduate of Smith-Cotton High School.
“‘Twas the month before Christmas 1990 and few were stirring on our side of Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, Japan, for half of the personnel and KC-135 Strato-tankers of the 376th Strategic Wing had been deployed to Saudi Arabia for Operation Desert Storm ...”