“ I was there when he was called a babykiller and a murderer. In 1969, he joined the Army and went to Viet Nam. A year later, when he came home, he was a heroin addict and an alcoholic. I’ve seen him wake up in the middle of the night sweating and yelling. He was in and out of jail and slowly dying when ‘IT’ happened. After 20 years of chasing his demons, the Lord came into his life. He married his wife, Diane, and began helping and feeding the homeless. He would go into prisons and always had a place in his heart for his hurting brothers, the Veterans. He never sought recognition for anything he ever did. In 2006, at the age of 54, the Lord called him home quietly in his sleep. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him. He believed in me and my music when I didn’t even believe in myself. This is why I am dedicating this project to my best friend, my hero, and my brother --- PFC Dixie Martin Whitaker and all of his Veteran brothers and sisters --- Jimmy Jack Whitaker”

     (Excerpt from the back of Jimmy Jack Whitaker’s cd, “Thank God For The Amvets”)