The following is from one of my Dad's journals. This is a salute to the memory of a man I never knew. I saw him twice, once in life, once in death. He gave his life to his country, not on the field of battle but in training for the battles he never fought. Second Lieutenant Robert O. Scherer was killed while on a combat training mission, flying with the First Army at Pine Camp, NY in August, 1935 while the war clouds were just a tiny speck of unpleasantness in the blissful sky over pre-war Europe. I never knew him, where he came from or where he is buried but I want to remember this man who symbolizes the American soldier, ready and willing to fight, and die, for America.