MORE OF BILL FECHT'S DAYS AS A LUMBERJACK.

Bill Fecht marked his image in this photograph with a black dot. The photo is the official Camp A.3 picture. The tents pictured here gave very little protection from the incessant rains of Washington Rain Forest. They were particularly sad when filled with sick and dying men during the influenza epidemic of 1918.
Being in the rain forest also held many wonderful memories for Bill. He loved the smell of the fir trees, and the splendor of the little trillium flowers among the mosses and dense ferns. On clear days the sight of the Olympic mountains was breath-taking. He loved his salmon fishing experience, and was awed by the Pacific Ocean. Bill Fecht loved Washington. He dreamed of returning there someday, and he did.
Bill and Mildred Fecht spent much of their retirement years in a snug little cabin at Lake Stevens, Washington. He and his wife are buried in the Grand Army of the Republic Cemetery in Snohomish, Washington. From the cemetery one can see the snow capped Cascades, the bending Snohomish River and relish as Bill did in life, the smell of the surrounding forest.