I am Leonard Brostrom's niece and no one ever contacted me about my uncle.
I live right here in Utah! I always believed his Medal of Honor was in a safte,
honorable place. I find out today it was missing etc.... I am so distraught!
There are nieces and nephews of his here in Utah, Nevada and one is Indiana. No
one called us. It was sitting in someones desk drawer at their house until last
year! Wow. Incredible. My heart hurts.
Many years ago while attending a gathering of Utah private pilots in St. George
I had the great honor of hearing Bernie Fisher tell this group about the
incident of rescuing his buddy by landing his own plane and picking him up. He
kept us all spellbound as he recounted the tale. If I recall correctly, he
indicated that his aircraft had a tendency to stop running unless one was in the
cockpit and nursing the throttle. That was definitely on his mind as he exited
the cockpit to assist his friend into the aircraft.However, to me it
was a very spiritual event and one that I recall with great pleasure every time
I hear his name. He is a very humble servant. He told us of his quick prayer to
Heavenly Father to enable him to accomplish this very dangerous task. May God
bless them all, recipients of the Medal of Honor and all who have served and are
Correct me if I'm wrong but I believe Fisher was born in Idaho. That makes
four of the nine from Idaho. Two of the four were from Preston, Idaho my
hometown. As a young Second Lieutenant I had the honor of serving with then
Major Ed Michael. He was manager of the Transport Passenger Terminal at Travis
AFB, CA. I got stuck with the job of giving the intelligence briefing each
morning to improve my presentation skills. Initially I got laughed out of the
room But later, using some humor and solid facts I mastered the task. Major
Michael was present at the briefings and would come up to me after to tell me to
stay the course. We became fast friends. He was humble and I had to learn about
his Medal of Honor from others. Let's all make a special effort to
remember Ed Michael and the others who gave their lives for our freedom this
Jr. Van Noy and my father were fishing buddies in Grace. Long before I knew
what he had done, my father would tell funny stories about their fishing trips.
I believe his family lived in Grace until after his death when his mother moved
to Preston, but I could be wrong. I always pause at his grave site on Memorial
Day when I visit that beautiful little cemetery where he and my parents are
buried. Although he now has a marker that is worthy of his sacrifice, for many,
many years it was a faded piece of junk. I hope we will all take a moment to
reflect on the sacrifices each of these heroic men have made in our behalf and
do all we can to return this sense of dignity to this great country.
It must be a sign of the times that only four people commented on this article.
How soon we forget.