My father-in-law, Frank, passed away on Saturday. Not only was Frank loved by all, he was a hero to us all.
Frank started flying when a very young man and joined the Army Air Corpse in 1947. From there he joined the USAF Aviation Cadet Program in 1949. He graduated in 1950, just two days before the start of the Korean War. He flew 101 combat missions over North Korea, Russia, and China. After retiring from the Air Force Frank was an airline pilot instructor for 30 years.
Frank is standing in this photo.
Hubby, daughter (Jessica), and Frank about 1985.
Brother and sister-in-law, with hubby and Jessica.
Jessica especially loved and admired her Grandpa Frank. She decided to follow in his footsteps around thirteen-years-old and stuck with it until graduation. Here she is the day she left for boot camp.
Sadly, things didn't work out because of some health issues, but she looks back on that time as a great experience. A recruit had recently passed out and died in the heat and dust of Texas and they were overly cautious when she started having some breathing issues and decided she had asthma. She didn't, but you don't argue with the Air Force.
Frank's wit and wisdom will always be with us as will his strong spirit. I'm glad Jessica grew up with such a strong hero.