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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

I never forget

My father was a pilot in WWII. He flew a B-24 and was shot down over the French Alps, walked to Switzerland where he was interned, and then walked back to Italy to rejoin his unit.

He is the hatless guy with the arrow pointing at his head.

He and his brother, my Uncle Charley were both vets in WWII. They were part of what has become the greatest generation. For those that have read Brokaw's book by the same title, my father was typical of his time, a reserved, cold, unfeeling father who never talked about his war experience. I never knew about it until I began to research it myself a year ago.

I can't call him a hero because I'm not really sure if he was or not. But he was incredibly brave and a bit foolhardy and his crew remained friendly with him his entire life. Not that we ever met them or anything, but again... removed.


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