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Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago.. Capone

wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy

city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

 

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed 'Easy Eddie.' He was Capone's

lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at

legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

 

To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not

only was the money big, but also, Eddie got special dividends. For instance,

he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of

the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it

filled an entire Chicago City block.

 

Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little

consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

 

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he

loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a

good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his

involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from

wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

 

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two

things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good

example.

 

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie

wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

 

He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth

about Al 'Scarface' Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son

some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against

The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.. So, he testified.

 

Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of

gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street.

 

But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he

had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from

his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped

from

a magazine.

 

The poem read:

 

'The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the

power To tell just when the hands will stop At late or early hour.. Now is

the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time.

For the

clock may soon be still.'

 

 

STORY NUMBER TWO

 

 

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was

Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.

 

He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier

Lexington in the South Pacific.

 

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he

was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had

forgotten to top off his fuel tank.

 

He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and

get back to his ship.

 

His flight leader told him to return to the carrier.

Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

 

As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that

turned his blood cold: a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way

toward the American fleet.

 

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet

was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back

in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching

danger.

There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them

from the fleet.

 

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into

the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he

charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove

in and

out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes

as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

 

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes,

trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as

possible and rendering them unfit to fly.

 

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in

another direction.

 

Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter

limped back to the carrier.

 

Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event

surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane

told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his

fleet.

 

He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.

 

This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action

Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to

win the Congressional Medal of Honor.

 

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of

29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and

today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this

great man.

 

So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International,

give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his

Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

 

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

 

Butch O'Hare was 'Easy Eddie's son.

 

 

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