Today was a regular day out in town running a couple of errands in the morning when I bumped into a gentleman in an electronics store. He was moving slowly with a cane and wearing a flight jacket, but nothing eccentric. Quietly the very elderly man shopped the display of new tablets until he ended up next to me. Curiously, I leaned over and asked him if and when he might have served. In a soft and yet proud voice he answered, "W" "W" "Two", "B-24's"! He briefly shared how he had many great memories, but not all pleasant from those years of service(I knew he was not referring to queep and reflective belts).
Trying not to dwell on difficult times, I shifted the conversation to what he did after his time in the service. He told how he was hired by Continental and flew over 30+ yrs. He remembered starting in the DC-3 and ended years later in the DC-10. Told of his ocean crossings to Asia and other experiences.
When I left the store today, I realized I had and experience that many take for granted. It once again made me grateful for the sacrifices of the many from that generation and to meet someone who was part of the early days of aviation.
jhwk0309
Trying not to dwell on difficult times, I shifted the conversation to what he did after his time in the service. He told how he was hired by Continental and flew over 30+ yrs. He remembered starting in the DC-3 and ended years later in the DC-10. Told of his ocean crossings to Asia and other experiences.
When I left the store today, I realized I had and experience that many take for granted. It once again made me grateful for the sacrifices of the many from that generation and to meet someone who was part of the early days of aviation.
jhwk0309
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