I never knew him and my Papa didn't know him, but I think about him every Memorial Day.
He was shot down over Germany towards the end of the war.
I love the real Bomber Jacket and goggles.
With Granma Dot before he left.
This was a picture of him when he was a little younger.
I snagged all of these shots of pictures out of my Dads photo album during a visit in 2006.
My Granpa with my Granma Dot.
