I am off to Newport News and other errands. Went to City Hall to drop off the pictures from the Employee Fest.
Then to Plaza Azteca to drop off pictures to Hector - he was the entertainment at the Employee Fest.
And then to the sleep doctor to have my CPAP checked out. Everything is ok with the CPAP machine.
When I got home there was a message on the answering machine. It was from my cousin, Mike. My uncle Mike passed away today around noon.
Mike was 86 yo and the last of the "Greatest Generation" of my maternal family. Mike was a great guy. He enlisted in the Air Crops in 1943. He served as a radioman, dorsal gunner on a B-17 flying out of England. His B-17 was shot down over German in Oct 1944 and he spent the rest of the war as a guest of the German Luftwaffe. Mike was a real hero. On his way to bail out, he heard that the tail gunner was wounded and trapped. While wounded himself, he risked his life to help the tail gunner exit the plane. Uncle Mike will be missed.
I feel so fortunate that I got to spend a lot of time with him last year. I visited him on two occasions. It was during my second trip in December that I found out more about his "shoot down."