As a teen I worked for awhile at an ice cream store owned by a nice couple that were older than my parents but not quite my grandparent’s age. I remember that one day the husband, Art, had mentioned that he’d been a glider pilot in WWII, that they flew behind enemy lines. It was just a matter of fact thing, he didn’t really go into great detail. I don’t even remember why it came up, but I had never heard about gliders in WWII before or know all that much about D-Dayand probably said something like “oh cool”. It didn’t strike me until years later what he’d been a part of, and how incredibly brave they were, and how fortunate that he made it home alive.
As a teen I worked for awhile at an ice cream store owned by a nice couple that were older than my parents but not quite my grandparent’s age. I remember that one day the husband, Art, had mentioned that he’d been a glider pilot in WWII, that they flew behind enemy lines. It was just a matter of fact thing, he didn’t really go into great detail. I don’t even remember why it came up, but I had never heard about gliders in WWII before or know all that much about D-Dayand probably said something like “oh cool”. It didn’t strike me until years later what he’d been a part of, and how incredibly brave they were, and how fortunate that he made it home alive.