Those that survived the great wars are old now, but we must never forget the price paid by millions of men. It is a privilege to live in a free world.
My dad Robert Henry Hooper flew in WW2. He flew dive bombers. Kittyhawks, Typhoons, Hurricanes and Mustang P-51’s. He rarely spoke of those times, but when he did he spoke highly of his enemies and gave them credit for their skill as anti-aircraft gunners. He almost didn’t make it home on a couple of occasions. Once he got hit by shrapnel that went straight through his under seat armour and got embedded in his parachute. On the other occasion he nursed his plane home with ammo boxes exploding and huge holes in his wings and fuselage. A lesser pilot wouldn’t have made it home. He was apparently very, very good. What a guy. I am proud to be his son. What shoes to fill!