Codger_64
Moderator
- Joined
- Oct 8, 2004
- Messages
- 62,324
I never cease to be amazed and inspired by the heroism and ingenuity of the Greatest Generation, my father's generation during WWII. Dad chafed and chomped the bit to join when Pearl Harbor was attacked. But he was too young to join. Almost two years passed before his seventeenth birthday when he slipped out of the house in Russellville Arkansas, caught a bus and enlisted in the Navy. During those two years, as the news of the young men out there fighting on the land, sea and air filled the airwaves and newspapers, Dad clipped pictures of ships and planes from Life Magazine and glued them to the overhead of the stairwell leading to the basement workshop. Those pictures were still there in my early childhood and as I grew up, I came to understand what they meant, and what they meant to Dad as a boy. Dad served aboard CA-71 U.S.S. Quincy in both theatres, saw Roosevelt and Churchill and the "Sheik of Araby" aboard his ship, was there on D-Day and in Tokyo Bay for the Japanese surrender. Then he came home. Those pictures were there when the old house was torn down after Dad died in the late 80's.
Several of the pictures Dad pasted were of bombers like the one in this film.
[youtube]6Im086TCu3I[/youtube]
Several of the pictures Dad pasted were of bombers like the one in this film.
[youtube]6Im086TCu3I[/youtube]