There were giants amongst us in those days.
And we barely knew it.
My dad was at varying times a ball turret, waist, and tail gunner on a B 17, L’l Nell, flying out of Fogia, Italy, in 1944. He made it through the war flying 17 combat missions...he didn’t talk about it much but did say how terrifying the flak was over Ploesti, Regensburg, and Schweinfurt...yes he flew over all three...he was a small but tough wiry little guy from rural TN...he passed a few years ago...I have his Air Combat Medal and continuing pride of his service...Godspeed to all veterans and especially to the families of those who didn’t make it back home...USA USA USA...God save us from the usurpers in power...