We were all on beach setting up lunch (OK, you were settin up lunch; I was being a five year old). The shore was fairly shallow, gradually getting deeper, except for one spot. That one spot was well over my head.

I proceeded to run down beach and jump into what I expected to be up to knees, and "sploop," under I went.

My life flashed before my eyes, (both seconds of it), and I knew I was going to die.

Then I felt this great big hand pull me from river by head, way you might pluck a grapefruit from a basket.

That hand was yours Art, and no one could or ever will convince me that you didn't save my life that day.

I thank you for that, and most of time, my kids do too.

It wasn't until some years later that I realized that you weren't just my own personal hero, but a man recognized as a hero by my country as well.

I won't go into details of your military heroism. There are those who honor you that know a heck of a lot more about that side of you than I do. The amazing details of your service can be found by performing a search at: http://www.wwiimemorial.com/

(For anyone interested in details of their own heros of that era, you may be able to find them by doing a search at: http://www.wwiimemorial.com/ . If you have details that would honor one of our WWII veterans, your information would be appreciated.)

I would, however, like to extend my thanks to those who served with you, and to your compatriots who made ultimate sacrifice to keep us free, as well.

You all make me proud to be an American, but Uncle Art...

You make me proud to be a Franzwa.

PS I'm still waiting for that second shaddish lesson. The first one you gave me was forty years ago, and my memory's a bit rusty, so when you've got a little time...

I probably still can't keep up with you, but I'm game if you are.

Your nephew,

David B. Franzwa Lebanon, Oregon