|Mayan man in the mask, Spaceman or Scuba Diver?|
Dad was P-38 flight instructor in the first part of the war, and good instructors were too valuable to waste sending overseas as the US Army Air Corps trained thousands of pilots for WWII. As near as I can tell from the time frame and locations of his service, he was probably one of the P-38 flight instructors of the Tuskegee Airmen in Georgia. Dad said they did really well. I haven't got all of dad's records yet from the military so I am not 100% sure of that, but its very likely as he was also in Foggia Italy the same time they were. Still trying to determine if his war records were lost in a fire. My father also flew fighter escort for President Roosevelt's plane trip to Yalta. He drank vodka with our Russian and British allies there. Mom has his flight log book where the days are simply marked "secret".
I heard so many adventures of those years in the North African campaign, the invasion of Sicily and Italy and his dive bombing runs over the Alps into Germany and how if he got shot down they told them to take a certain street car in Belgrade and the conductor would get him out via the Yugoslavian underground resistance. My Uncle was decorated for valor by General Mark Clark at Anzio. I don't think Dad ever adjusted to boring civilian life. It never quite lived up to those years in the Air Force.