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the Yesterday And Today- Local Worthy Taken At An Early By SHIRLEY DONNELLY Another local worthy was lost Feb. 9 when Bill Linkous (May 9, 1922-Feb. 9, 1974) of Tarns left for "the city which hath foundations, urtiose builder and maker is God" (Hebrews 11:10). If ever there w a s a p a t r i o t i c j America;-; -that m a n w a s Linkous. I n this day when patriotism -l o v e o f country -- is at low ebb, it sems a pity that a man like Bill Linkous -- only 51 years and 9 months old -- had to die. People like him are needed in these days when there are so many elements in the nation who are boring at its vitals from within. WHEN World War II was in full swing, on Oct. 19, 1942, Bill Linkous did not slink off to Canada or any other place where characters with yellow jaundice of the spine hole up to save their own hides. Instead, Linkous, then a little past 20, donned the uniform of his country. For three years, three months, and four days he served his flag. He loved it and gave of himself for it. He returned to his home in the mountains with an honorable discharge in his blouse and love for his native land intensified. WHEN THE Veterans of Foreign Wars post at Sophia was organized, Linkous joined with other comrades-in-arms. There they have a good post. They made Bill Linkous their my black lung money." Then he told me the amount, a 'sizable sum. Then he said he planned buying a home in a higher altitude where his health might be a bit better. Isn't it often the case that when a man gets to the point where he can take things easy , " . . . , . f W1HJ1C 11C l,ail tuno uiuigo \,ujj l hap T,-,, He ,u V ° re ., the , C , ap ° for a while, he lies down and the VFW with pride. It was covered with badges awarded by the VFW. Bill's buddies recognized his worth and honored him as a fine Christian patriot. AFTER HIS tour of military duty, his next field of endeavor was mining coal. Few people recognize what a benefactor of humanity the coal miner is. He mines the coal that produces the energy which, in turn, provides employment to people who work to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and do the other things by which each of us is going to be judged. As he toiled in the mines, a brutal work at best, Linkous inhaled enough coal dust to endanger his health and impair his usefulness. He was a "black lung" victim. If you have ever seen a "black lung," then you will never begrudge the unfortunate man who is given a pittance for his affliction. A RATHER pathetic thing happened in Linkous's case. Only a day or two before he died he told me, "I'm gelling dies? Lessons of this kind tend to make one wonder if he not better enjoy things as he goes inslead of waiting for the convenient season that might never come. The present is all we can be sure of, at best. Yesterday belongs to ihe ages. Tomorrow may never come. WE GAVE Bill Linkous a military funeral. On the speakers stand with me was Dr. E. R. Shackelford, director of the B e c k Veterans Hospital. He spoke feelingly of the life and labors of our fallen comrade. When the three volleys were fired over Bill's grave and a bugler sounded the h a u n t beautiful Taps in the distance, there was scarcely a' dry eye in the large crowd. A small American flag was planted at the graveside. As the brisk wind of the day whipped that flag over the casket, I felt a big lump in my throat because the sight of the flag does something to me! I love it. So did Bill Linkous, who has gone to his long j

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  1. Beckley Post-Herald,
  2. 18 Feb 1974, Mon,
  3. Page 4

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