Just this morning was talking to a chap who flew a fighter plane in the Pacific Theatre. He explained how he was only 19 years old when he entered the Army and told a fascinating story of his experience in getting into flight training and a few of his experiences during his service. He was stationed in Saipan and had interesting mentions of many things. Retired as a colonel and is still sharp as a tack. As a matter of fact, I had met this chap three yeas ago and when I saw him this morning, started by saying, "You might remember me but .... " and told him my name. He looked at me and smiled and said, "Sure I do. You have a daughter who lives on Sawyer Road." Ya coulda knocked me over with a fender when he recalled that. (Borrowed that line from Gracie Allen.)
We chatted about fifteen minutes and made arrangements to pick him up one day next week and go for coffee. I am looking forward to hearing him relate more of his WWII experiences and if there is interest, will relay them here.
Meantime, it would be neat if any who have recollections of that time in history were to share their experiences. Or am I the only one old enough to have recollections of that war through the eyes of a child?
