PRO PAX - CD VI - RECORDED 14, JANUARY, 2010 - DEDICATED TO 1ST LT JAMES RAYMOND HOCKETT

My Uncle, Jimmy Hockett was born to be a soldier; a combat infantry squad leader.

He trained us in military manuevers in the butterfly fields behind 126th Street in Blue Island, IL; crawling on the ground - shooting us in the buttocks with a BB gun if they got too high up. We had walkie talkies that were tuned to the police frequency of one of the neighboring towns. The police wanted our location. We never gave it up and maintained radio silence, to avoid being triangulated.

 Jimmy's obituary.  Poet, musician, community servant, dedicated army officer, who loved his family first then country.

We miss him so much, the ache never stops.

Had he not deigned to be an officer in this man's army, he would have likely survived a 2nd tour in 'Nam.  Be his eyes were on the LT's bars.

Sleep well and slumber
All through the night.