I am writing to acknowledge my brother, Jim Taylor, and his duty to his country by serving a tour in Vietnam those many years ago. Jim had finished at a mechanic’s tech school and then was off to war after what he called the boot camp from hell. This was a time before any technical communication, so letters were sent daily by our Elva. She was his rock. We also had our faith in Christ, sustaining Jim daily with avoiding bullets, and keeping the rigs running. He can fix anything put in front of him, and the Army took full …