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70 years ago today, the Allies declared victory in Europe.
Yesterday, I spent a good chunk of my day talking with some CAF aircrews who fly Fifi - the last B-29 Superfortress, and Diamond 'Lil, a B-24A Liberator. Nice folks all around.
At some point, the B-29, B-24 and a pair of B-17s fired up and rolled out of HEF to join with some other warbirds out of CJR to practice for today's flyover.
The sound of 16 monster radial engines coming to life is a unique experience that I highly recommend. And I watched as my wife, who has spent the last 15 years discovering who her grandfather really was, boarded Diamond 'Lil for the practice flight. In her hand, were two small, but precious bits of metal;
Her grandfather's wings. He was a B-24 captain.
His Colonel's rank from his hat.
Generations of people struggle for what matters to them. Flawed as they may be in other ways, subjective as they might be, the courage shown by the Greatest Generation is something we cannot really measure because we, their children and grand children, have never been faced with a challenge of the same scale.
She clutches his rank and wings in his hand, and does her job, which is really to tell the stories of others doing theirs. And as I watch this I think of the endless hours she spent in the Archives, combing through mission reports, photographs and news reels. I try to imagine her frustration and the sheer, seeming endlessness she must have felt trying to find him...and the joy she must have felt when the puzzle came together.
And it choked me up some. I know how sentimental this must sound, but I was moved by the idea of Col. Richard Harris - in some talismanic way, taking a Liberator ride with his granddaughter.
No way to know what the world would have been like without the sacrifices made in that war. But it struck me that it's much easier to grasp when you break it down into millions of individual struggles instead of one big one.
Easier to grasp, yes, and even more awesome at that particular scale of reality.
Just something I was thinking about.
Yesterday, I spent a good chunk of my day talking with some CAF aircrews who fly Fifi - the last B-29 Superfortress, and Diamond 'Lil, a B-24A Liberator. Nice folks all around.
At some point, the B-29, B-24 and a pair of B-17s fired up and rolled out of HEF to join with some other warbirds out of CJR to practice for today's flyover.
The sound of 16 monster radial engines coming to life is a unique experience that I highly recommend. And I watched as my wife, who has spent the last 15 years discovering who her grandfather really was, boarded Diamond 'Lil for the practice flight. In her hand, were two small, but precious bits of metal;
Her grandfather's wings. He was a B-24 captain.
His Colonel's rank from his hat.
Generations of people struggle for what matters to them. Flawed as they may be in other ways, subjective as they might be, the courage shown by the Greatest Generation is something we cannot really measure because we, their children and grand children, have never been faced with a challenge of the same scale.
She clutches his rank and wings in his hand, and does her job, which is really to tell the stories of others doing theirs. And as I watch this I think of the endless hours she spent in the Archives, combing through mission reports, photographs and news reels. I try to imagine her frustration and the sheer, seeming endlessness she must have felt trying to find him...and the joy she must have felt when the puzzle came together.
And it choked me up some. I know how sentimental this must sound, but I was moved by the idea of Col. Richard Harris - in some talismanic way, taking a Liberator ride with his granddaughter.
No way to know what the world would have been like without the sacrifices made in that war. But it struck me that it's much easier to grasp when you break it down into millions of individual struggles instead of one big one.
Easier to grasp, yes, and even more awesome at that particular scale of reality.
Just something I was thinking about.