I was thinking today, of a man I never met. 

My father’s older brother, a gunner in the Army Air Corps, who was killed in October 1944, on a mission in Europe.

Most of my life, I have heard stories about him, how he nearly died of kidney failure as a child, was a basketball star in highschool . How witty and funny he was.

How he managed to enlist in the Air Corps, studied at University of Missouri, Columbia MO…

Tiny bits of a too short life.

I have in my genealogy files a copy of the rather lengthy report of that final fatal flight. He had taken the place of another man.

Back in the late 1960’s I met one of his original crew members, a man who filled in some of the blanks.

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