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My Dad washed out as a fighter pilot, kept puking in the cockpit. He went right back in as ground crew. His job was as an armorer and fire-fighter. His horrors came trying to rescue trapped crewmen when the 26s and 17s crashed and burned.

His younger brother was a tank commander in a recon company of the 14th Armored Division in Patton's Third Army. He had 187 days on the line.

Another brother was a Marine who saw action on Okinawa.

At theend of the war they all moved back to the family's house in Queens. Late in his life my grandfather (who was a WW1 Marine Gunnery Sgt.) told me that every night the house was filled with his sons still fighting the war in their sleep.