Not a lot to peel forth on today.
Remembering my own WWII Father and the stories he told me. One of which got him yanked out of a cockpit and preemptively detained in the presence of General MacCarthur.
But that’s another story entirely.
For now, I’ve decided to download Nate Fleming’s “Thimblerig’s Ark” and read it.
So far, so good, sir.