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Politics : Proof that John Kerry is Unfit for Command -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ann Corrigan who wrote (21465)	10/23/2004 2:40:02 PM
From: jimtracker1	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 27181

When I was a young boy growing up in Southern California, I had an interesting experience that has remained in my mind for all of these years. It was 1946, we lived in Santa Barbara at that time, the war had been over for almost a year when one day we had a visitor, a distant relative who I did not know. Our family had gathered that evening to celebrate his return and to catch up with him over lost time. He had been a civilian employee on Wake Island prior to the beginning of the second world war. After the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, they quickly expanded their domination over the Pacific and one of their first battles was Wake Island. The battle lasted several days before the Japanese finally took over the island. I had been sent to bed right after dinner, my bedroom was right off the living room so my parents had shut my door so I could sleep. I could hear bits and pieces of the discussion going on in the living room and it sounded very interesting. I got out of bed and laid down by the door so I could hear better. My relative, after surviving Wake was put on a troop ship and sent to the Philipines and then was forced to walk many miles to a POW camp where he spent the remainder of the war. I still had trouble hearing everything so I opened the door a little way. My father saw the door was open, so he came over opened the door and I was invited into the living room to hear the stories that lasted all night. The main thing I remember was that my distant relative had gone from 250 lbs down to less than 100 during his confinement, but the stories of starvation, brutality have stayed with me for all of these years. About thirty years ago I took my family over to Angelfire, New Mexico for a skiing vacation. My host for the weekend, told me he had invited three guests and their wives over for the evening for a cocktail party. The guests were all returned POW's from Viet Nam. My children were already asleep in bed when the war stories started. I realized this would be an interesting night for them similar to what I had experienced as a young boy, so I asked the General Officer if he would mind if my children heard their stories. He agreed so I woke up my children and they quietly listened through the night and the early morning hours. The wives told of what they had gone through and the men filled in their stories except for the naval pilot he sat quietly nursing his drink and rarely speaking. They had all been guests of the Hanoi Hilton. They told of the torture, starvation and their war experiences specifically mentioning the beatings they endured because of Fonda and Kerry participation in the anti war movement. The General Officer was Robinson (Robby) Riesner and the other person was Lt Norlan Daughtry. I later had the privilege of having Norlan autograph a book about the POW's. The story they told is now on film, and it is what I was told some thirty years ago. Again I have carried these additional memories in my mind of remarkable individuals who experienced more than most of us can ever imagine. The story is STOLEN HONOR and I am enclosing the link for those who wish to see the documentary. beaglexp.com Jim

To: Ann Corrigan who wrote (21465)	10/23/2004 4:06:51 PM
From: puborectalis	Respond to of 27181

"I thought John Kerry clearly won the first debate, lost the second, and did worse in the third".......right,wrong,wrong....your day in the sun is waning.