Today was, is, and always will be an important day to my family, the Church of the Nazarene, and the United States of America when the dimmer boys, let me repeat, the dittmer boys William Michael dittmer and John, who was this very morning 1941 on the shores of Normandy where so many men laid down their lives and my uncle John was about to drive a caterpillar after four men or three were shot off by Nazi snipers and my father, the wild child held together their tiny business and graduated from high school and after wards after having suffered polio like our president Franklin d Roosevelt began the journey of growing up, move into Springfield, and later he and I together attended Colorado springs Bible college where later my lovely wife Lynn with an e and I moved from California to North Dakota where I had the happiest 4 years of my life and my fearless leader and his wife became the couple that inspired us the most and I have met and worked with a lot of inspiring people. What a joy it is to be part of God's overall plan. I thought you were 20 or 30 years older than me and that's how much you inspired me. Thank you my dear friend. Mad dog aka Mike ditmer or William Michael dittmer Jr, whose mother taught me to never back down from a bully and threatened to break my fingers if I picked up my brothers guitar so I carried with me the most advanced Yamaha piano that I learn to play by ear so that I could direct my family into my arrangements of gospel music and lead a teen choir into soul winning across the Dakotas and I almost went back more than once. Later Gators.
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