Wow....just wow.
Pardon me while I tear up.
My father was a Navy SeaBee in the South Pacific during WWII. He quite possibly helped build the airstrip where this man's father took off and landed. My Dad never wanted to talk about it, either, except for an occasional comment he made while we watched "Victory At Sea" on Sunday afternoons.
Every time I read a story or post like this, the final line from "The Bridges At Toko-Ri" comes back to me.
"Where do we find such men?"
Sippican Cottage: My Father Asks For Nothing
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<i>The Fisher Saga</i> Continues - Act III -
Been working on this post since right after Thanksgiving. I'm making very good progress on the Fisher, and will most likely power it up...
damn, must have something in my eye... Thanks for the link.
ReplyDeleteYou're more than welcome. Spread it around....things like this might make my eyes get pretty damp, but they also make me damn proud to be an American.
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