Saw this in today's paper. It is an inspiring story. Jim Hall tried to enlist at age 14. He was a big boy for his time, 5-foot-10, 150, and passed his physical. But the recruiter sent him home to get his birth certificate, and Jim never went back. At 15, visiting a friend in Martinsburg, W. Va., where it seemed every available young man had already been drafted, he went into the draft office, told the recruiter he had turned 18 the day before, and they signed him up. "I was almost afraid the war would get over before I got a chance to get in," he says now in his wheelchair, at age 85. He has no regrets. A WWII veteran's last hurrah: A cross-country train trip to Marine reunion
Fantastic story, Lou. Thanks for posting it. And I also doff my cap to the Twilight Wish Foundation. It seems to me that one of the toughest jobs in the military is the medic. God bless you, Mr. Hall.
