Eugene M. Peasley
Imagine a boy of twelve who lived in Montesano, Washington in 1942. The Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor the previous year, and the United States was at war. The boy would have been in the sixth grade. He was smart and he loved school. His name was Eugene and he had two younger sisters, ten and five, and a seven-year-old brother.
His little brother had club feet, had undergone many painful surgeries, and couldn’t walk very well. Gene was protective of him. He made him a cart and wheeled him around in it.
Gene had a hard home life. There were many mouths to feed and not enough money. His father worked in a sawmill and his mother kept their small home. They were a religious family and attended church several times a week, and Gene liked that too.
He just didn’t like being at home. His…
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