Stockings on the Fireplace
Wednesday night I sat at a bar in a local veterans club and listened to a WWII vet tell stories about his time as a top turret gunner in a B-17. He and his twin brother served in the same bomber squadron in Europe beginning in 1944. I looked at some of his pictures, listened with amazement as he spoke of his reaction to seeing enemy tracers sail by his head as he flew on 36 missions into Germany. His brother was shot down and finished the war as a POW. If I am fortunate I will spend some time with him one-on-one and get more details.