Seventy
years ago today, my adopted “Goompa” was on his way to Caen, France.
He was piloting
a B-17G with the moniker “Cocaine Bill.”
It was his
16th mission.
Fortunately,
he lived to see 26 more.
After the
war, he returned stateside and became a teacher of English Literature.
Twenty-odd
years after that, he and his wife folded a young couple with a towheaded baby into
their family.
I was that
baby.
Goompa,
this is my thank you for your
service…
and for
giving me a love of all things wordy.
I miss you
still.
PROMPT: Does your family have a WWII story?
If so, today would be a great day to get it on the page.
If not, check
out this list of WWII novels for children and get inspired.
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