In Korea I saw the horrors of war. But that was not the first place I learned about them. I learned on the streets of Salt Lake City when I was a kid.

When I was very young, I knew that World War I had crippled many. Some men in or neighborhood were gassed by phosgene or mustard gas. Others had lost their sanity. But it came even closer to home when youngsters began dying during World War II.

One of the main problems was increased traffic on city streets. Cement mixers raced down the streets to the Remington Arms plant being built west of the city. When the plant got operating, trucks raced from the plant to the railroad depots. Trucks continually suppied the army bases in our valley. Workers put in long hours which made their driving dangerous to us kids.

I had seen child deaths before. One of our friends tried to save his brother from drowning and they both died. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15: 13 One friend died while stealing coal to keep warm.

Two of our friends, young boys, were riding double on a bicycle. They were hit by a cement truck. Two of our friends, a boy and his sister, were run over by an ammunition truck while crossing a viaduct. The driver had fallen asleep. One of our friends tried to grab his sister out of traffic in front of their father