Benjamin and Philip would meet at the United States Military Academy at West Point. Neither had any living family members and so, the isolation and rigors of cadet life created an environment where they quickly became like brothers. They were brilliant young scholars . . . destined to graduate number one and number two in their class of 1862. But, in April of 1861, Fort Sumter happened and war loomed. These two were not warriors by nature, but if their country called, they were prepared to fight . . . and fight hard. In a Civil War, however, that meant their two countries (North and South) were now sworn enemies - for Benjamin was a native Pennsylvanian and Philip hailed from Virginia. War was heart-breaking, but this would become the cruelest of them all because fate, being oblivious to common decency, would set these two "brothers" against each other. Only one would survive the deadly contest. He would bury the other on the field of battle in hopes of retrieving his body at the conclusion of war . . .God willing. That is, once he found a way to remove the large white stone that had come to rest on top of the makeshift grave site. Was this chance? Was this fate? Or did God have a plan? p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 9.0px Garamond} Born and raised in Wheaton, Maryland, Hank was the second of four children to Bob and Jane Perry. His early years were filled with joyful chaos. His mom would succumb to cancer in 1970 and life simply became chaos. He bounced back in 1991 and married the girl of his dreams. Incredibly, they produced two of the finest young men on the planet today. Hank accepted Jesus Christ as his Personal Savior in his 39th year and was immediately "born again." Proving once again, it is never too late to make a good decision. He now lives in Colorado where he can ski to his heart's content.
