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In the summer of 1962, I traveled to Ecuador as part of a Peace Corps Volunteer group of science and math teachers. First, we trained for two months at the University of Maryland’s College Park campus. Halfway through the course, our small team had the honor of meeting President John Kennedy in the White House Rose Garden. He shook all of our hands and told us how much we were wanted in Ecuador. No one had a premonition of what his future would bring. Assigned to the Escuela

I Some years have come and gone—perhaps these years It takes for root to take that this might live: A small tribute to these amazing ones; The men and women of the harried moment— The icons of the hour— The heroes who will always have our hearts For what they did in saving life and soul. Though memory concedes its truth to fact, And others only learn things second hand; We who survived and witnessed must relate How some gave love in blood for