Ed, here is a start. I found this picture handy of Ernie in uniform. I'm not even sure what his rank was by these stripes on his uniform at the time this picture was taken. but I do no that when he left the service his rank was GMG1. I would also like to go on and retype a copy of something Ernie wrote years ago about our flag and his feelings about the protest over the Viet Nam war. This at one time was published in our local news paper. I'm still looking for more stuff so please be patient with me. It's been 12 years since he passed away but still very painful for me. While I was looking for these things this morning I ran across the sympathy cards I received after his funeral, and right at this moment it's just like yesterday. Below is the copy of the thing Ernie wrote years ago exactly as he wrote it. I believe it was published in the letters to the editor at the time it was published. Carolyn Taylor Ernie was born Ernest Ames Taylor on Jan. 26.1941 and passed away on Jan. 21, 1989. His mother Jessie Taylor is still alive at this time and his father Art Taylor passed away in 1960. I guess that I've seen more places then anyone else. I've been carried from one field to another forward and back. I've been kicked down, shot down, tore down, dragged through the mud and left to die. But someone would pick me up, clean me up and off I'd go again. Many a crying mother, father, wife or child has seen me folded at the grave, while the body that represented me was lowered. He or she had given their life to protect the rest so that I could once again fly with pride. While somewhere there was some that was to damn good or to chicken, to care about me. They ran off to far away places and hid. The number was small compared to the number that went with me to all the places I went doing good and some didn't come back or came back missing arms, legs and life. Now this small group that ran have been granted amnesty by the president. I guess all the vets should be a minority then they could be heard and represented too. Fly me up side down. The president doesn't give a damn anyway. He disgraced me with his pity for that little group