Somehow, five years and three months of captivity that included starvation and torture in North Vietnam did not change Ken Fleenor.
He was the same man his wife, Anne, met long before, when she was a high school senior and he was a junior majoring in biology and agriculture at Western Kentucky University.
“He was tall and handsome, and I always liked tall men, and he was very, very nice,” she said of their first meeting. “He had inner strength, tremendous courage and tremendous love for his fellow man.
“He never thought anything bad about anybody. My friends would always say, ‘We have to stop gossiping because here comes Ken, and he won’t let us gossip.’ He always found the good in everybody.”
