Jack of Harts

Ken was my wingman back when we first started.  He was Free Japanese.  His great grandparents made it out before the fall, and he grew up surfing the California coasts.  We called him Buckaroo Banno.  But you probably know this already if you read our diaries.  He was a good man, a good friend, and I will always miss him.  He will forever be known as Crane, as Cowboy Six, and to me as one of the many friends I owe my life to.