Now I didn't know too much about my brother Hayes, because he was in the army, and fought in the Korean War. I only heard moma talk about his days as a Golden Glove Lightwieght Contender while he was in the army. She said she sent him care packages, and sometimes he got them, and sometimes he didn't.She said he got a box from her, she sent him candles, and other things he needed, the candles got broken, he was sharing them with his buddies, but one white soldier got his boxers in a knot, and wanted to fight him for the rest of the things he had in his box. WOW!!!
when I really got to meet my brother, I was seven years old, he was married, and had children, Melvin, Cynthia, and Juwana. My brother died in 1988 while I was in La visiting him.The cancer had eaten him alive.We were in the process of getting to know each other a little better. I salute my brother the forgotten warrior, Haye Honeywood.
