Falling Through the Air
In WWII, my dad had to jump from a plane with a parachute, untrained, in the dark,
over unknown ground...(turned out a desert) Plane was lost and out of gas...He
and his Capt. survived, all others died, crashed into a mountain seconds after he
bailed out...He automatically became a member of the "Catapiller Club" and kept
his tiny chute that opens the big one (which I used with my toy soldiers..)...now,
I've been through shoot...most of us have, but I can't imagine such an
experience...like a movie...I have his write up and newspaper articles...They were
in Mexico...and the Mexican army wined and dined them, for publicity, I guess...He
has a copy of the letter General MacArthur wrote to the Mexican General in
thanks...I tell you, he was my hero!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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