I wasn't born untill '52. My uncle joined the Marines in 1939. He was captured at the fall of Correigedor in 1942. From there he spent the next 39 months in a Japanese prison camp in Manchuria. He did not return home untill 1946. This was the first time he had seen his home since leaving in 1939. My grandmother was the only person to refuse to believe he was dead. Untill his death a few years back he always felt that they were deserted by Macarthur. My uncle is a true hero in my book. Truly a part of the greatest generation.

Mitch