I remember the
tragedy of the crash at the exhibition jump, where we found out that the
plane we were suppose to ride in had crashed the day before.
I thought of this
again on the way home in August, 1945.
Flying over the
Atlantic Ocean in a 4-engine plane, they told us to put on our parachutes
and water wings because the plane had lost power in one engine.
We were sure happy
the plane had started out with 4 good engines instead of only 2.
I guess in our own
small way we were all important people, and somehow managed to get the job