I had Jack in most of my classes in school, a great sense of humor. We were both drafted in Sept. of 66, went to Ft. Bliss, Texas for boot camp, he slept in the bunk below me. Had some great laughs. I was in Vietnam at the same time Jack was killed. He's one of our class mates I think of everyday.
Bill, you're such an inspiration to leave these remembrances and so I would like to share my favorite Jack story. New Years Eve 1967 party at Munger Town Hall (I'm hoping that's the right place) and everyone there. Holts, Haddad, Peterson, Cederstrom, Stenberg, Gafner, sorry I'm missing so many of you-but a big showing from our class. And now it's time to go home and Jack was the honorable soul who took me right to my door. I mean, right TO the front door! He drives up into the yard-through the yard hedges, puts it into park right at the front door-to which he had to reverse so I could open the door to get into the house. Regardless of what my dad thought the next day, I never laughed so hard. Such good fun. I have my etching of Jack from the Vietnam Memorial. I treasure my memories of Jack and like Bill think of him so often-one of the good guys. If I remember right, Jack was the first Duluthian to be killed in Nam. (Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong on that.)
David Coleman
6/23/67
Bill Sobczak
I had Jack in most of my classes in school, a great sense of humor. We were both drafted in Sept. of 66, went to Ft. Bliss, Texas for boot camp, he slept in the bunk below me. Had some great laughs. I was in Vietnam at the same time Jack was killed. He's one of our class mates I think of everyday.
Peggy Rossley (Fecker)
Bill, you're such an inspiration to leave these remembrances and so I would like to share my favorite Jack story. New Years Eve 1967 party at Munger Town Hall (I'm hoping that's the right place) and everyone there. Holts, Haddad, Peterson, Cederstrom, Stenberg, Gafner, sorry I'm missing so many of you-but a big showing from our class. And now it's time to go home and Jack was the honorable soul who took me right to my door. I mean, right TO the front door! He drives up into the yard-through the yard hedges, puts it into park right at the front door-to which he had to reverse so I could open the door to get into the house. Regardless of what my dad thought the next day, I never laughed so hard. Such good fun. I have my etching of Jack from the Vietnam Memorial. I treasure my memories of Jack and like Bill think of him so often-one of the good guys. If I remember right, Jack was the first Duluthian to be killed in Nam. (Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong on that.)