I ran out to the pitcher’s mound with a baseball in hand. I silently prayed, Dear God, please help this pitch be in loving memory of my forty-nine murdered comrades, and I suppose I must pray for the soul of the young man who committed this heinous crime. So please let this pitch be in memory of the fifty who died. But most of all, I would like for this pitch to be in memory of my daddy, Major Allen Bernard Jordan, who gave his life in service to his country.
