POW

If I wasn’t at the Boy’s Club then you could find me at Carson Beach. Across the way there was always a group of men tending to what was known as “Victory Gardens” The men were quite jovial, kidding with each other and speaking a language unfamiliar to me. The other thing that was confusing was that they were all dressed alike. A drab grey-blue uniform with a huge “P” stenciled on their backs. As a kid I couldn’t figure what that was all about so I asked. “Oh they are from Fort McKay at Columbia Point. They are Prisoners of  War”. As far as I could see they weren’t supervised. Apparently they were so happy to be out of the war(WWII) there was no worry that they would escape.