Certainly there was no wish that there be a war, but if it was to be then he wanted to be a part of it. Once committed, it was all or nothing, and as the reader will see, no one could ever have given more. His country, his family, his friends that was his life in a too short lifetime. She has done this with the help of an untold number of strangers who now are like friends of old, found records by means known only to her, through places visited, and by hours spent in reflecting on what was and what might have been. When others might have given up she found continued encouragement from many but especially from her family which gives credence to her total commitment to bring life, as near as it is possible, to this face on the mantel.
Dreams are the spice of life.
Without them life can be very dull. With them, fantasies can be fulfilled, if only in one's mind, but still enjoyed. From the beginning, when a desire to know this person that others talked about with so much deep feeling and love began to surface, to the dedication of an exact duplicate, by another new friend, of the plane that was so important in the young man's life, a pattern developed that was even eerie at times. That this happened many times leads one to believe that the writing of this account was predestined. For those who were involved, new friends, new places and shared memories were the legacy that this young man left.