My Veterans Day post expressed a sentiment not far different from whig’s: our goal should be to have no new war veterans, by having no new wars. I spent much of the day in Houston’s Memorial Park, walking the woods that took the place of the Army training camp and thinking of the troops that trained there in W.W. I, wondering how many came home, and what their lives were like. Today the place is beautiful and peaceful; it is easy to forget all about war in a place like that. Not so easy outside the park gates, unfortunately.
]]>Generally true, Whig, but there are always a few crazies that you learn to avoid.
There are always compromises, Jams, but the Mosquito had a good record with the crews.
]]>He was in the US being trained on the B-29 to go to Asia when the war ended.
There wasn’t a lot to stop flak in a Mosquito.
]]>My grandfather went to be a rifleman in France in WWI and ended up building ladders/litters behind the front after a couple of days on the line. In pictures of the WWI trenches you see the product of his labors used as the walkways, the “steps” in and out of the trenches, and carrying the wounded. One of his brothers, Frank, who stayed in the trenches with their unit was gassed.
My Dad sat in the plexiglas nose of a B-24 flying out of Italy against Romania, Austria, and southern Germany during WWII. There were 50% casualties on the Polesti oil field raids.
]]>Unlike most Americans today, I’m not going to be at the mall. I’m going to thank veteran’s for their service and say some prayers down at Arlington West.
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