Thud...F-105....my Father destroyed Colonel Miller's nose film after he strafed Haiphong Harbor and the Russian ships...Little personal history. Dad was the crew chief for Miller's F-105.
My Freep name comes from that of an old, notably clumsy, cat I had. OTOH, my paternal ancestors were Quakers and pre-war Abolitionists, one of whom lost the use of an arm in the Crater serving as a captain of colored infantry, was captured and imprisoned at Andersonville. There's an old family photo of him just after his release, and he was stick thin, with pipestem arms and legs.
Old books in my church library, published about 189-1900, detail the experiences of church members in the Freedmen's Association during and after the Civil War. I was aware of the US Army's neglect of escaped slaves from those, and their suffering, but had no idea that 10% of the prewar slave population died. Historians would do well to investigate old books of the Quaker churches for that sort of data.