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 done.