Frank Morrison's Journal Entry
Frank stood beside his truck he'd kept running for thirty years with only tools and judgment. He'd rebuilt the engine twice, replaced the transmission once, kept it running through Nebraska winters that broke machines built with shortcuts.
He planned to use his GI Bill not just for college, but to study agricultural science—knowledge he could wield to strengthen his farm without surrendering independence.
"When this war's over," he'd written from Normandy, "I'm going to build something worth the blood it took to get home."
He read manuals. Challenged banks. Asked questions others wouldn't. If a system didn't make sense, he made it work—or ensured it didn't last.
~ Frank Morrison, Decorated Veteran ~