Sunday, August 12, 2007WHEN LIVING IS ALSO DYINGDuring WWII, as B17 pilot at the age of 19, I doubt my Dad felt like he was dying. Although death stalked him every time he got into the cockpit of that plane the few photos I have of him from that time show an exceedingly handsome, smiling, self assured young man, standing on the tarmac in front of... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 7:47 AM Comments (7) (link) |
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