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How the fabric is woven - Two stories both true!

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                      Two Stories BOTH TRUE - and worth reading!!!!

                          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.
                              (Pretty cool, eh!)

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