My father never met me. 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. He provided escort service to the B-29s that bombed Japan daily.
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.My father and many soldiers throughout our history fought to preserve our freedom.
I'd like to wish him and all of his compatriots that helped keep us safe and free, Happy Veterans Day ... and thank you.
