A lot of those men from WWII were made from different stuff than you or me. An amazing story indeed!

They grew up in a world we can only imagine. My father was one of them. Walked to school rain or shine, worked in fields from sun up to sundown when not in school. Slept on a mattress stuffed with straw. Could see chickens under the house through the cracks in the floor boards. And they weren't considered poor, just a common farming family of the time. Hard times make hard men.