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To: Ken Adams who wrote (187118)	11/18/2009 5:09:05 PM
From: SmoothSail	Respond to of 225578

A great photo and a story in itself I have that actual photo in the picture next to the one of me on his lap, side by side on the stairwell wall. He would always stop in for a visit whenever he passed through town. Our living room was an interesting place with all the guests. Nick Ut and Peter Arnett stopped by one night and after dinner, we went to Bergins, my favorite neighborhood pub. Someone recognized them and soon there was a line of people holding cocktail napkins asking for autographs. I got annoyed because I wanted to talk to them.

To: Ken Adams who wrote (187118)	11/18/2009 11:46:23 PM
From: Naomi	3 Recommendations Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 225578

My husband was in the Navy and assigned to the Marines. Was not far away when the flag was raised at Iwo Jima . A couple years ago a client said he had visited the sight and brought him a small bottle filled with sand from the beach there. I think he has it sitting in his office among the many other memorabilia therein. He was only seventeen at that time and wondered if he would ever get back home safely. He and two others were the only survivors in his company, one of which was a full blooded Native American Indian they nicknamed Chief. One of them lived in Norfolk before passing away two years ago and spoke with my husband every New Years Eve. He does not know if Chief is still alive as he never heard from him through all the years. My husband still wears his dog tag every day and has since 1944. It hangs on a silver chain his parents gave him his first Xmas away from home. My husband served in the Navy, Marines, Army Quartermaster Corp. and 11th Airborne. He also wears an Airborne lapel pin and his pipe lighter has Airborne wings on it, but he still considers himself a true Marine. Right before he was due to leave Airborne, he applied for Glider, Helicopter flight training and sent his application in on an outdated application which I didn't know of until it was returned to him with an updated application. Needless to say he did withdraw due to my influence of going home for good. I had had enough of Airborne life and was anxious to return to Texas, our families and friends. At the time, my sister's husband had been Regular Air Force and they had moved 27 times in 29 years before he had a stroke, could not fly any longer and retired. That was not anything of a future I wanted to try to survive and could not see any advantage to be gained by going Regular Airborne. In military life, I found the wife had too many responsibilities that fell on her and spent too much time being alone with children without much help either. TDY and special assignments came too often also. It ended being a good decision for us, I'm sure now.