“I was in Germany, sitting in a second story window, when they told us the war was over. There were no screens on the windows, and I’d been drinking a little that night---a quart was only a nickel, and after fifteen cents worth, I couldn’t have hit my butt with both hands---and that’s when I found out the war had ended. I almost fell out the window, but two guys grabbed me and pulled me back in.
“The prettiest sight I’ve ever seen was on our way home when we finally reached New York harbor. It was five o’clock in the morning, and fireboats came out to meet us and sprayed water over the bow of our ship. When we caught sight of the Statue of Liberty in that harbor, every man on the ship saluted.
“I was 18 years old when I went into the service, just a kid, and I’m 90 now. Ever since I got out of the army in 1946, I’ve put the flag up every morning, saluted it, then in the evening saluted it again before taking it down for the night. I love this country. I respect it. They say war is hell, and believe me, it is. I wouldn’t want to go to war again, but I would for my country.”