Seventy years ago today, my adopted “Goompa” was on his way to Caen, France.
He was piloting a B-17G with the moniker “Cocaine Bill.”
It was his 16th mission.
Fortunately, he lived to see 26 more.
After the war, he returned stateside and became a teacher of English Literature.
Twenty-odd years after that, he and his wife folded a young couple with a towheaded baby into their family.
I was that baby.
Goompa, this is my thank you for your service…
and for giving me a love of all things wordy.
I miss you still.
PROMPT: Does your family have a WWII story? If so, today would be a great day to get it on the page.
If not, check out this list of WWII novels for children and get inspired.