early evening, she drove him home to Milton. As they drove up Weber Canyon, he commented many times on the beauty of the mountains and how he missed them. On 10 November 1944, Burton wrote a letter home from France. He said they were holed up in a barn and he had the chance to shave and comb his hair for the first time in many days. Some form animals had been left there, so he was milking the cow and he said the milk tasted pretty good. Then he closed the letter with these words, "I hope history repeats itself tomorrow and ends the war its sad anyway you take it. May the Lord be with us. I remain your son, Burton."5•Four days later Burton was killed in Weisse, France; it had only been a year and a day from the time that Norris was reported missing in action. Mary Nelson Robbins, sister of Burton and Norris, stated: "My mother always seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to the boys. When the telegram came with the words that Norris was missing in action, Mother told me that she already knew something had happened. Norris had come to her in the night and told her he was hurt. Before they received the word about Burton being killed, mother was crying and said that she knew something had happened to him. Months later, I met her coming up the stairs, (the boys clothes were in a wardrobe closet downstairs) she said T just had the nicest visit with my boys. "Though she was separated from the boys for the duration of this life, she still felt their presence near and took comfort in that until her death."52 On 1 December 1944, Chester Olson, a cousin of the Nelson boys, was killed in action in Germany. His parents received the telegram notifying them of his death on 29 December, and a few days later they received a letter from a companion of Chester whom he had asked to write his folks should he be killed. A joint memorial service for Burton and Chester was held Sunday, 14 January 1945.53The program at the tabernacle was conducted by Bishop Clifford Spendlove. Malin Francis, another Morgan boy, lost his life during those months. Malin was the son of Roy and Ivy Francis. He had been attending BYU and was a member of the National Guard when the war broke out. He was immediately called into the service (he completed his degree by correspondence). He joined the Air Corps and graduated as a pilot serving more than fifty missions over India and Burma. His father later pieced together some of Malin's activities as his companions visited the family after the War. They told him that Malin was always considered the leader of their reconnaissance group. They all figured that if they could get on the flight with Malin, they would always come back. One of these men, who was a nonmember during the War, later joined the Church. He said that after each flight liquor was offered to the men to settle their nerves. Malin, however, always just threw his flight jacket over his shoulder and went to his bunk. The friend stated, "We could never make out what it was, but there was something about that boy that had us all 158