My brothers and I were all Air Force brats. Dad (
http://geocities.com/viewptmd/Dad.html ) joined the Army Air Corps in 1940
or thereabouts. Graduated from Cadet training in October 1941. Lousy
timing. The war started about a month later. Of his class of 250 at Moffet
Field, only 26 survived the war.

All three of us eventually became pilots. I was the last, soloing two weeks
after Dad passed away. I never got to fly with him in the right seat. Sad.

--
Bob (Chief Pilot, White Knuckle Airways)


"Ross Richardson" wrote in message
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My father was an instructor in the AAF (Army Airforce?) in the early parts
of WWII in California. Growing up we were never around planes other than
the stories he told of the cadets. My first ride was at a resort in a
float plane when I was a kid. I also found out that my mother was a pilot;
I found her certificate when I was cleaning out the house after my father
passed away a few years ago. I have all of my father's original log books
from the CPT days in Arkansas and into the service. I surprised my father
when I showed up in a plane and gave him a ride after I got my
certificate. He was ecstatic that I could fly. Actually, he thought my new
wife had the certificate at first. That was 35 years and 1000+ hours ago.
Wow time goes by....


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Regards, Ross
C-172F 180HP
KSWI