I spent the majority of my evening doing some back-up for JB [UPDATE: John Grant Emeigh, aka JG EEEEEE-MAAAAAAY in Broad lingo, was the lead for the story, and JB and I were backup, just giving props where they're due] on this, mostly trying to come up with a yearbook picture of the kid. When I located the last one on file of him, I said to the guy from whom I got it, "Wow, he looks so young." And the guy says, "These are young kids fighting over there." And I was like, "Yup. Sigh." I mean, what the hell do you say, right?
Mother always tells the story of when she was a kid during WWII, Navy officers came to her parents' home to let them know that Mother's oldest brother was taken captive (by the Japanese, if I'm not mistaken). She was about 10 or 11 when it happened, and my uncle came out of it all right and everything. But when my folks went to adopt, Mother swore on all that was right and holy to her that she would NOT adopt a boy, because she didn't want to have those soldiers coming to her door like that.
My sincere sympathies to the Stahl/Nightingale families. God bless you for giving us your son, and God bless him for trying to keep our freedom.
thank you to the families for giving your son… :(
and thank you to those that make the utlimate sacrifice.
that would be sooooo difficult seeing the soldiers coming to your door with the news you don’t want to hear.