I never met my father. He died in WWII in the cockpit of his P-51. I wouldn't be here, except for a brief leave between flight school and his assignment to Iwo Jima.
I don't have many pictures of him, but this one was posted to a website honoring the 506th Fighter Group. My father is the furthest out on the wing.
I'd like to wish him and all of his compatriots that helped to keep us safe and free, Happy Father's Day ... and thank you.