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.