My dad was ten years old when Pearl Harbor was bombed, so he wasn’t in WWII, but he and his friends collected scrap metal. I loved hearing his stories about those days.
Dad learned to fly planes as a teenager and the Navy recruited him. He served as a recon pilot (and also flew a desk on many assignments) for 28 years. His war was the Cold War.
He went home to the Lord in 2015 and is buried next to my mom at Arlington. I miss him.
