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I found the monkey in Hilandia, New Guinea. It was near the campsite and just came up to me. I saw him and fed him bananas and tree nuts, and he liked me a lot. I kept him on a chain and became very close to him. I could not take him home back to the states, and I was very upset. I had him for 6 months and miss him dearly. The officer took him away from me. I named him, wow this goes back to 1945, Tojo. That was the Japanese premiere. He used to climb on the tent pole and he stayed there and kept watch. At night, and jumped onto my stray dog and rode him like a horse. The dog used to go crazy.

Now that I am in a nursing home, I think of all the compassionate and understanding people and many of my nurses are Filipinos. I think these people work in hospitals and medical centers because they truly care about others

Edit Although I am fully functional my wife had an accident a couple of years ago where her leg was amputated and she has a bad case of Parkinsons. In order to be with her I decided to live in the nursing home with her. She has full recollection of everything. I also have spinal stenosis from crouching in the airplanes and I had to have both knees replaced. It is difficult for me to walk. But I have my iPad and a TV in my room along with war memorabilia!

They buried, I heard, his name was Harold, what happened was when they buried him he was Jewish they buried him with a cross. When we found out about it we went to person in charge of the burials because we wanted him buried with respect to his religion. We got it changed and I was very proud that we gave him dignity.

66 years in August!

Thank you!! This is his granddaughter, he's smiling right now :)