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Sometime after my father died in
December, 1998, I was going through a few of his belongings and came across
an olive drab, military issue photo album with a gold eagle on the front and
bearing the title "Snaps and Scraps, My Life in the Army". Inside, among the
numerous photographs and newspaper clippings, was a snapshot which caught
my eye. It showed my father, at the time just a young man of 24, gathered
with the other members of his flight crew in front of a huge B-24 Liberator
bomber. Remembering the stories he had told me when I was a child, I resolved
to find out what I could about his experiences in World War II. |
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Click
on image at left to read a first hand account by a civillian living in Graz,
Austria when it was bombed by the 15th AAF early in 1944. |
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