Byron Quick
Staff In Memoriam
As a child and teenager I was surrounded by heroes as were many of us. Kurt McCray, U.S. Marine, always sat at the soda fountain at the drug store down town drinking free coffee. Twitching, shaking, mumbling into his coffee. Scarred over much of his body from his duty in the Pacific. Strangers from out of town would come in and be nonplussed by him. Sometimes they would ask the druggist,"Why do you let him sit here all the time. Don't you know he is losing business for you?" The druggist would quietly relate the Marine's service and state,"Any business he loses me-is business I don't want." Silver Star.
Mr. Mims, down at the service station, fat friendly old man. US Army paratrooper-Silver Star-Anzio.
Popcorn Saxon US Marine posthumous Silver Star-Vietnam.
You think you are forgotten? By God! I say you are not!
Mr. Mims, down at the service station, fat friendly old man. US Army paratrooper-Silver Star-Anzio.
Popcorn Saxon US Marine posthumous Silver Star-Vietnam.
You think you are forgotten? By God! I say you are not!