104 of our beloved children lay buried behind Haskell. They were never returned home to their Families and Nations.
In our Caravan of Unity, we will pray and remember each one of these beloved young relatives, in the Haskell Cemetery, where they are buried.
We will call out each of their names and nations, while we make offerings at each of their gravestones!
No matter how long it takes, we never leave our relatives behind, especially, young children. It is time for their spirits to come home!
I was born at Haskell on July 3, 1944, where my father and mother met when my father was 17 and my mother was 13.
They met at Haskell and after a 10-year courtship, they married in October 1943, when my father had a 30-day leave from the Navy. Because he wanted to be a fighter pilot, and he was color blind, he trained to be a night fighter.
He was stationed at the Naval Air Station, Pensacola, Florida "The Cradle of Naval Aviation", a United States Navy base located next to Warrington, Florida, a community southwest of the Pensacola city limits.
It is best known as the initial primary training base for all U.S. Navy, Marine Corps, and Coast Guard officers pursuing designation as naval aviators and naval flight officers, the advanced training base for most naval flight officers, and as the home base for the United States Navy Flight Demonstration Squadron, the precision-flying team known as the Blue Angels.
He ended up being a Sea Bee, as WW 2 wound down. He would have been a deadly night fighter, as he would have been on a horse, but thankfully, our Creator had other plans!