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Two great stories - Both true
ifihadahif Posted: Wed Dec 20 08:36:14 2006 Post | Quote in Reply  

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago Capone wasn't
famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the
windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was his lawyer for a
good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal
maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was
the money big, but also, Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he
and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all
of the conveniences of the day The estate was so large that it filled
an entire Chicago City block.

Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little
consideration to the atrocity that went on around him. Eddie did
have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie
saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education.
Nothing was withheld Price was no object. And, despite his
involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from

Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all
his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his
he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted
to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the
authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his
tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity.
To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew
that the cost would be great.

So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a
blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had
given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he
could ever pay.

Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious
medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine. The poem read:

The clock of life

The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own.
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time.
For the clock may soon be still.


World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant
Commander Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the
aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific. One day his entire
squadron was sent on a mission.

After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that
someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.
He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to
his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he
dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned
his blood cold: a squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding their
way toward the American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a
sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach
his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet.
Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger.

There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from
the fleet. Laying aside a ll thoughts of personal safety, he dove into
the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as
he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another.
Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as
many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a
wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and
rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another
Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back
to the carrier. Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event
surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his
plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt
to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.

This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action Butch
became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator
to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29.
His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to
fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the
courage of this great man.

So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give
some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his
Medal of Honor It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.


Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son.

Posted: Wed Dec 20 17:32:33 2006 Post | Quote in Reply  
  ifihadahif said:
>So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give
some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his
Medal of Honor It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

Great stories, man!

and, for what it's worth, they moved the memorial to terminal 2 last spring.

FN Posted: Wed Dec 20 17:50:25 2006 Post | Quote in Reply


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