Tragedy struck when I was eight, our older brother George was killed in the Vietnam war.  This was very devastating to our family to say the least, and one that changed all of us--forever.  How our parents kept it all together was no easy task. George was the second child born and first boy, who like our dad was a terrific sportsman, wood worker, and had an infectious smile.  After high school graduation George went to work for a local company, prior to being drafted.  Was only in Vietnam a mere four months before his body came back home. As a result of this, our parents insisted that the rest of us were to all go to college as Dad did not want to lose another child to war.