Tribal Elder

I came across this noble gentleman while at a Native American pow-wow in Taos.  He was clearly some sort of tribal elder, as he was deferred to by many and given much respect.  Asking around, I learned that he served our country in WWII and was eventually captured by the Japanese.  He is a survivor of the Bataan Death March that occurred in the Philippines in 1942.  Sometimes you can just tell by someone's eyes that they have lived and seen much.

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