My dad was infantry with Patton’s Third Army...
He never talked about what he saw or did...until...
When I came home from Vietnam, he and went to a quiet place, had some beers and talked about friends we left behind....and cried...
We never talked about it anymore...
Powerful and touching post.
Thank You.
He told the story of an obnoxious Nationalist Chinese officer who had acquired a baby grand piano in India and wanted it transported to China, backing out space for the war material the C-46 was supposed to carry.
Dad refused to allow the piano on his airplane, but arrived one morning to find it was already on board.
Dad took off, circled the airfield once. His crew chief made it back to the cargo area and opened the door. The piano went out at 1,000 feet.