Hey Thom, This is personally very timely. I too was very familiar with this from our family lore. I was born on May 7, 1949 on a he farm in Iowa my mother was born on. My father was in England in what was the Army Air Force working on the Berlin airlift. He got back when I was three months old. My father's birthday was December 6. He had…
Hey Thom, This is personally very timely. I too was very familiar with this from our family lore. I was born on May 7, 1949 on a he farm in Iowa my mother was born on. My father was in England in what was the Army Air Force working on the Berlin airlift. He got back when I was three months old. My father's birthday was December 6. He had lied about his age and joined the army in 1939. His 18th birthday was the day before Pearl Harbor. I wonder if they shipped over mountains of the surplus supplies left after the war. Through the 50s we had a basement with plenty of wool blankets (army blankets) and k-rations. I wonder how many Boomers remember going through the rations to find the canned chocolate or crackers with jelly? So as MR USO sang, Thanks for the Memories!
Weird, huh? I wasn't born until '53, and I feel like I remember the Berlin Airlift in my time. I am a "Retiree Dependant," ever humble and grateful for base privileges, and I'm not giving up big secrets here: the hotel room newsletter just featured a joint exercise with South Korean fighter jets joining US fighters in escorting heavy bombers in (allowable, obviously) airspace. If Biden gave the "go," there would be absolutely nothing Putin could do to stop massive logistical support: NOT bombers, I emphasize, but gigantic cargo-haulers just with watchdogs along.
Hey Thom, This is personally very timely. I too was very familiar with this from our family lore. I was born on May 7, 1949 on a he farm in Iowa my mother was born on. My father was in England in what was the Army Air Force working on the Berlin airlift. He got back when I was three months old. My father's birthday was December 6. He had lied about his age and joined the army in 1939. His 18th birthday was the day before Pearl Harbor. I wonder if they shipped over mountains of the surplus supplies left after the war. Through the 50s we had a basement with plenty of wool blankets (army blankets) and k-rations. I wonder how many Boomers remember going through the rations to find the canned chocolate or crackers with jelly? So as MR USO sang, Thanks for the Memories!
Weird, huh? I wasn't born until '53, and I feel like I remember the Berlin Airlift in my time. I am a "Retiree Dependant," ever humble and grateful for base privileges, and I'm not giving up big secrets here: the hotel room newsletter just featured a joint exercise with South Korean fighter jets joining US fighters in escorting heavy bombers in (allowable, obviously) airspace. If Biden gave the "go," there would be absolutely nothing Putin could do to stop massive logistical support: NOT bombers, I emphasize, but gigantic cargo-haulers just with watchdogs along.