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   Pauline to cheapdave@home.com   
   Re: Two Stories   
   08 Feb 10 11:47:47   
   
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   From: barryn@iprimus.com.au   
      
   I got 17, I thought that was pretty good for an Aussie.   
      
      
   Pauline   
      
    wrote in message   
   news:0q-dnfQc940cyKPWnZ2dnUVZ_uAAAAAA@giganews.com...   
   >   STORY NUMBER  ONE   
   >   
   >     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 Capone's 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 Eddie got special dividends, as well.  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 wrong.  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 son; 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 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."   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   > STORY NUMBER  TWO   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   >        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 was speeding its 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 all 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, rendering them unfit to fly.   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   >       Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another   
   >       direction.   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   >       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 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.   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   >        SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   >       Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son !!!   
   > Two Stories BOTH TRUE - and worth reading!!!!   
   >   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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