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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 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, Capon paid him very well. Not
only was the money big, but 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 the best of everything: 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 that he couldn't pass on a good name and 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
"Scar face" 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
would ever pay.
 


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 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 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 and 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 Congressional Medal of Honor. A
year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of
29. His hometown 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.
 
Be Careful how you live, you may be the only Bible some
people read.

~Author Unknown ~
 

22 May 2003
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