After doing some research on a family member who was in the Air Force in World War II so that I could have his picture and personal information posted  in Fredericksburg, Texas,  at the Nimitz Museum Wall of Heroes, I found in reading the story on how his plane was shot down, being blown out of the plane and parachuting down, and then being in a strange country (not really knowing where you are) has to be a horrible experience.  Having the courage to go up to a strange house,  knowing  you are behind enemy lines and having to beg for food from people you do not know; and, in the end you know the people have to turn you in or be shot themselves.  After that, experiencing the torture of everyday living in a prisoner of war camp for a long time.  Then after the war is over our country and our people are friends with the very people who were so cruel to our people and in a lot of cases killed our people  in cold blood.  Same thing happened in Japan, Korea, and now the Middle East.  I wonder about these people who actually were in the prison camps if they are as forgiving as our people?  I know they re-live the horror all of their lives; but, most of them do not want to talk about it – I know my relative did not.  These people have paid the ultimate sacrifice and I hope all of us think about this sacrifice which was made in our honor.

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