CPL John A. Flynn is an uncle I never met. He was killed in action November 30, 1950 at the age of 21.
There are several newspaper articles which chronicle how my grandfather withheld news of his death until after the holidays. John was the youngest of seven. By all accounts he was a fun loving, ambitious young man. After his death his photo sat in a frame on a table in his parent's living room. Some years later it was accompanied by a large portrait painted by his brother which hung on the dining room wall. John's presence always seemed to be with the family.
Each year on Memorial Day I remember him, and remind my own and subsequent generations in the family that he lived, he served, and sacrificed his life.
Niece, Eileen Flynn