This is my grandfather. He served in the Army Air Corp. During WWII he flew on bombing raids in Germany. And also spent time in Folgia, Italy. He told stories about those days and he has pictures of his buddies and the places he had been assigned. I didn’t hear the stories until I was much older and in the Air Force myself. I appreciated the place in history he held for his service. Several years ago I made him a scrapbook album with pictures of he and my grandmother when they first met. They were very young when they married. The pictures are very beautiful…a picture of them holding each other, sitting on a porch swing and one of them smiling at each other, several of my grandfather in his uniform. I thought it was romantic. It now reminds me of the song by Mark Shultz, "Walking Her Home". They both passed away within several years of each other. He would have been 87 on the 27th of June. What makes remembering his birthday so special is that my sister, just gave birth to a baby boy…he was born on our grandfather’s birthday. How cool is that?