It was a short story in Stalag IV, but a long battle to win. After being captured at the age of 19 I was taken to Stalag IV for a week, from there I. along with others, was transferred to another location where we had to march for the entire 10 months that I was interned. We slept in the field and had no water, food, toilets, or medication. We had nothing at all. On occasion we stole food from the farmers' vegetable mounds. We were covered with lice and those little critters were eating us alive. Bravely enough I held on until we were liberated. It is my sincere hope that there will be no more wars. (Non Solum Arms)

Being a veteran of WWII and a Prisoner Of War for almost a year, I would like to pass this on: You will never know what freedom is until you loose it. I hope and pray it never happens to you, today, tomorrow, or in the future.