My grandmother spent a good portion of her formative years in wartime England. During this time, her family “adopted” an American airman by the name of Hal Carver. He spent a good deal of time with them, but was shot down over Germany after the 358th switched from Thunderbolts to Mustangs and he hadn’t had enough time to familiarize himself with the blind-spots of the new cockpit. He spent the rest of the war in Stalag Luft I, and my grandmother lost touch with him after he was repatriated and sent back to the states. She had enough interesting stories about the guy to peak my interest, so I spent the morning on the intarwebs seeing if I could track the guy down.
I got off the phone with him an hour ago.
How damn cool is the age we live in?