As I consider the brothers and sisters of VVAW as family, I mourn the passing of Joan Davis and Mitch Kuhn, whom I first met over 45 years ago. I first met Joan and her husband Bill in 1980 on Memorial Day at the "Bathtub (Chicago Mayor Jane Byrne's Vietnam Veterans Memorial)," when Bill invited me to a barbecue at his place. Bill made the mistake of grilling stewing chickens (tough as GI issue boots) for which I razzed him for years. But, Bill also had a sense of humor; when a guy Bill's size later claimed to have been a "tunnel rat," Bill retorted: "which tunnel, the Holland, or the Lincoln!" Bill invited me to join him for my first Milwaukee Chapter Campout, which was precisely 10 years after I returned to the world. Joan drove Bill's pickup. Becky was in her child seat in front, while Bill and I rode in the back of his truck.... Read More
