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Kenneth Ward Pugh was my dad, someone I never got to know. Because he sacrificed and gave his life for our country. I was only 2 years old when his plane was shot down over China in April 1966. Our family waited for 10 years before we knew of his death. I watched on a cold windy day in 1976 as his remains were returned to us on US soil. I was only 12 years old. I will never forget the Dad I never got to know. I’m thankful for the reminder of him in my sons face. He is the spitting image of his grandfather. I wish I had remembrances of him in my my. He will forever be in my heart. Love you Dad. Thank you for my freedom.