Peter lived down the street when we were kids and was one of the neighborhood gang. They had a galvanized horse watering trough in their yard and we swam in that thing for hours. Next to his house was an empty field which was our baseball field where we played a fierce no rules baseball game. (it was rough) I don't remember him in high school. He was killed in Veitnam and when the wall was here I went to see his name and say a prayer. R.I.P. Peter
Pete and i hung around quite a bit. The main memories i have of Pete was, he always had your back. He was one of the toughest guys i ever met. Another was his great desire to follow in his fathers footsteps as an equiptment operator. Pete and his dad were very close. I remember sitting in the "student lounge" and he'd pull out a 3 1/2 inch folding pocket knife to clean his finger nails. You'd do that now and you'd have a swat team invading the building!! We'd talk for ever about hunting and fishing, never anything about school. I think Pete always wanted to be someplace else. The most profound memory i have of Pete was when his Father came over to our house to ask if I would be part of the burial party that was to handle the funeral for Pete. I remember when they took the American Flag off his coffin, folded it very carefully and handed it to me. Then i gave it to his mother, stepped back and gave her a slow salute. That was by far the hardest thing I've ever done without starting to cry like a baby. Pete was a great friend. The world lost a good man when he died. RIP my friend.
Terri Smith (LaBrosse)
Peter lived down the street when we were kids and was one of the neighborhood gang. They had a galvanized horse watering trough in their yard and we swam in that thing for hours. Next to his house was an empty field which was our baseball field where we played a fierce no rules baseball game. (it was rough) I don't remember him in high school. He was killed in Veitnam and when the wall was here I went to see his name and say a prayer. R.I.P. Peter
Gary Wilson
Pete and i hung around quite a bit. The main memories i have of Pete was, he always had your back. He was one of the toughest guys i ever met. Another was his great desire to follow in his fathers footsteps as an equiptment operator. Pete and his dad were very close. I remember sitting in the "student lounge" and he'd pull out a 3 1/2 inch folding pocket knife to clean his finger nails. You'd do that now and you'd have a swat team invading the building!! We'd talk for ever about hunting and fishing, never anything about school. I think Pete always wanted to be someplace else. The most profound memory i have of Pete was when his Father came over to our house to ask if I would be part of the burial party that was to handle the funeral for Pete. I remember when they took the American Flag off his coffin, folded it very carefully and handed it to me. Then i gave it to his mother, stepped back and gave her a slow salute. That was by far the hardest thing I've ever done without starting to cry like a baby. Pete was a great friend. The world lost a good man when he died. RIP my friend.