A day doesn't go by when I don't think of Dad who would be 93 on June 21st. If I take the long way to Mom's I can see his Arlington-style grave marker across the street at the cemetery in front of the old family home. Capt. John K. Stacy, Jr. US Army, Inf., PH OLC. He was a heavy weapons platoon leader attached to the 3rd Infantry and received his second gunshot wound December 11, 1944, just 5 days before the Bulge. He was just inside German territory when hit. After he died, I talked on the phone to one of his enlisted runners, Pete, who went on to a successful business career after the war. The last time he saw Dad was when Pete was hit by 88mm shrapnel from a Panzer. Dad scooped him up, and ran like a deer to safety while being under small arms fire. The next day, Dad was shot and spent 16 months in a body cast. Dad never talked much about the war, but we heard snippets of his experience over the years. Mom said he took survivor's guilt to the grave. If we are half the men our fathers' were, that's not so bad...Gil
