Just got back from one of the most interesting family reunions yet.
My great-grandmother’s brother-in-law, John Christopher Hurt, was a pilot during WWII and Vietnam. During WWII the expected number of missions a pilot would fly before before being killed was seventeen, but he completed 65 missions over a period of something like 16 months. He flew a Boeing B-17 bomber and flew over Omaha Beach on D-Day. He’s now 91 and I loved just getting to sit and listen to his stories. He is the SWEETEST thing I’ve ever met.
OH and I have a cousin who works at the Pentagon with nuclear security. PRETTY COOL.