Dad was a Hump pilot in the China-Burma-India Campaign.
His younger brother was a navigator on a bomber flying out of the UK...
A late friend was also a CBI veteran. I remember the only story he told of his time overseas was from when they were being embarked to go home at Calcutta after the war...the troopship was anchored in the Ganges, and even then the river was so utterly polluted that the ship and its complement were on emergency water rationing from the moment they boarded until they were out in the open ocean. The river’s water would have fouled the ship’s desalinators and freshwater system immediately, so the only water taken aboard the whole time was for the engines’ cooling system.
Dad was a Hump pilot in the China-Burma-India Campaign.
A friend, we joked about being in born in a plane in flight was with the Flying Tigers before we officially declared war on Japan.
When that happened he became a major flying over the hump.
After the war, he stayed in the AF and became the #3 pilot in the Berlin Airlift.
Another friend at the age of 22 became a pilot for one our bombers flying over Germany. He and part of his crew survived the magical 25 missions. He and they came home to sell war bonds until the war was over. He died within the last year.