Burn Pits May Force the Military to Acknowledge Generations of Poisoned Veterans
by Sonner Kehrt, The War Horse On a late spring day in 1945, a boyish-looking 17-year-old reported to the Naval Station Great Lakes, just north of Chicago. His name was James Ryals, but everyone called him by his middle name, Jerry. Jerry had been so eager to serve that he’d gotten permission from both his …