Treated Like a King
In September of 2007 I took my parents on a road trip to NM. My Dad, who also happens to be my hero, was a US Marine captured at the fall of Corregidor. He survived 5 prison camps, and suffered unimaginable horrors at the hands of his captors. When he learned about the museum he wanted to go see it. After walking around and stirring up old memories, we were greeted by a fellow, I think the name on his shirt was "Jeronimo". He started questioning my Dad about his service during WWII and they fast became friends. This gentleman treated my Dad like a king! He even asked my Dad to sign his WWII helmet, gave him a Memorial cap, and when we were done visiting he assisted my Dad into our truck. Dad has been walking on air since that visit, and even after his stroke 2 weeks ago, he still remembers the kindness from "Jerry". (I think that was his name) The museum is a wonderful tribute to our brave servicemen and women. It has a wealth of military history.