Come visit us at The Museum of Military Memorabilia. We have thousands of military artifacts from all branches of the Military. The Museum is located in the Naples Municipal Airport which was originally built by the Army Corps of Engineers to train pilots for the pacific theater in WWII.

What has begun as a Museum Honoring Military Aviation in WWII has evolved into so much more. You can now see historical artifacts dating back to the Revolutionary War and all the way up to the present day Iraq & Afghanistan conflicts.


2012 marked the 70th anniversary of the founding of the Naples Airport as a WWII Army Air Forces Training Base.


The Prayer ( a Poem)

This Prayer was found stashed away with some WWII  Memorabilia  that was being donated,   

   It was written by hand by a Scared  young man on a ship off  Normandy Beach. 

He survived and returned home  after the War ended. 

somehow this Prayer, written out in a very Heart felt moment survived also, to be  found by his Family after his death.

Greg Garcia  ( vice President ) had it engraved on  Brass and had  his  picture mounted next to it on a Plaque .

it is quite moving and brought out tears when read aloud at the Museum. it will always be available for viewing at the Museum of Military Memorabilia in Naples commercial Terminal.

Here it is,

With A Friend

Look, God, I have never spoken to you, But now I want to say “How do You do?” You see, God they told me You didn’t exist, And like a fool I believed all this.

Last night from a shell hole I saw Your sky And figured then they had told me a lie, Had I taken time to see things You made I’d have known they weren’t calling a spade a spade. I wonder, God, if You will understand, Funny I had to come to this hellish place Before I had time to see Your face.

Well, I guess there isn’t much more to say, But I’m sure glad, God that I met You today. I guess the zero hour will soon be here, but I’m not afraid since I know You’re near. There’s the signal-I’ve got to go… I like You lots, I want You to know… Look now, this will be a horrible fight. Who knows? I may come to Your house tonight.

Though I wasn’t friendly to You before, I wonder, God, if You’d wait at Your door? Look, I’m crying-me!-shedding tears. I wish I had known You these many years. Well, I have to go now, God, good-bye… Strange, since I met You, I’m not afraid to die.

PFC J.J.C. Joseph John Canfield (he survived Normandy)             

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