Was a good LDS man and a successful attorney with a great family before he left. Came home after WWII with 3 forms of malaria and a broken man. Drank and smoked to try to hide from the demons that haunted him. Died of his 3rd heart attack at age 38. Even though he didn't die on the battlefield, he gave his life for this country. Last year my mom gave me the flag that was draped over his casket - it's now one of my most prized possessions.

God bless every soldier that has served for us, and thank you. I am forever grateful.