THE WALL OF FACES

I have not forgotten you. I chair the Adoption Committee for The National League of Families of Prisoners of War and Missing in Action in Southeast Asia. We will always remember the 1,889 Americans still unaccounted for in Southeast Asia and the thousands of others that lost their lives. We will not stop our efforts until all of you are home where you belong.

We need to reach the next generation so that they will carry on when our generation is no longer able. To do so, we are attempting to locate photographs of all the missing. If you are reading this remembrance and have a photo and/or memory of this missing American that you would like to share for our project, please contact me at:

Candace Lokey
PO Box 206
Freeport, PA 16229
[email protected]

If you are not familiar with our organization, please visit our web site at :

www.pow-miafamilies.org

High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

— John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Tommy Zorn is my first cousin. Reading all of our posts has filled me with joy and pride to have known and to be related to this man.

He was about 8 years older than I, so we didn't know each other too well - plus we didn't live in the same area of Georgia. But my memories of him are crystal clear. Kind, humorous, sparkling eyes, quick smile, gentle, smart and great looking.

When Tommy's plane was shot down, our family fell in disbelief. I don't know if any of us have ever accepted he is gone. He would be proud of his sisters and his nephews and nieces. And I know he would have grown into a greater man and have been a wonderful husband and father.

He has made all of us stand a bit taller and he left us large footprints to walk in.

I miss you, Tommy.
Love,
mkharrison

"Anybody here seen my old friend Tom? Can you tell me where he's gone? He saved a lot of people, but the good, they die young. I just turned around and he was gone".

Tom, I will never forget pilot training at Laredo AFB in 1969. I remember one day in late autumn when we were both solo in the area in T-38s. I snuck into your area and jumped you and then we rolled and played in laughter, sun-filled halls of clouds. It was late in the afternoon and then we flew back to the base. It was only the two of us in the traffic pattern as we shot low approaches as the sun settled on the horizon. Naturally, they were all graded excellent.

We were young lions, kings of the world. Then we each went our ways into fighter training, you to the F-105 and I to the F-100.

I then remember the sad day when I was in the bar at Udorn, talking to a Thud pilot from Korat. I asked him about you and was floored by his response. It was just a couple days after you had been shot down. It was a knife in my stomach. It still hurts. I visited you at the Wall in Washington, DC.

Tom, you were a better golfer than I was. You were a better pilot than I was. And you were a better man than I was. I miss you.

Jim