Served with a survivor of that particular event....an 18 year-old gunner off a B-17 Last saw him in '68. He's long gone now, but he was hell on wheels and I'll always remember him.

Was at my 48th class reunion last month...at a school that has been closed for 42 years, and told a fellow alumnus that one day one of us would call another and say, 'We're the last two.' He said he would like to be the last one. I asked him what he would do. He said he'd bring a bottle of bourbon, drink a toast to
St. Joe Prep, undefeated since 1968 and then turn out the lights and lock the building. Yes, we're fading away....but that's not a bad thing. And with the
dumbing of America, the place is going to hell in a handbasket anyhow. 8-)