My uncle was a bomber pilot, too, in WW II. I only saw him a couple times a year at Christmas and Easter. I was born in ‘51, so I became aware that he was a bomber pilot probably around 1957 or 1958. Like so many WW II vets, he never once talked about his war experiences. Too bad he didn’t leave any memoirs behind.
“Like so many WW II vets, he never once talked about his war experiences. Too bad he didn’t leave any memoirs behind.”
My dad talked about them some. When we were small, he told us about the stupid and goofy things that they did in the army. Later on, when we got near draft age and the Viet Nam War was at its peak, he told us some of the bad things he saw. He didn’t want his sons to go. He was proud of his service but hated all of it and was trying to keep us out of it.