Ray and I are sitting with coffee, talking about my earlier blog. Both of our dads were in the Air Force. My dad fixed planes to be sent back out. He heard shells exploding in the distance but remained unharmed.
Ray's dad was in a battle. He jumped into a well for safety. If a tall black man had not seen Ray's dad and pulled him out, he may have drowned.
There are all kinds of pictures in that that I love--not the least being a black arm and a white arm bound together.
Ray and Lonnie
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