On this Memorial Day, I find my thoughts turning to memories of my father, Jack W. Hudson.
He served during World War II as the captain of a “Liberator,” the B-24 heavy bomber. Here he is with his crew (top right) — all of whom came back to the US alive.
He only told me about his war experiences the year he died — and only because I insisted. I’ve got those memories on tape, and they are harrowing. I’m told that only about 1/2 of the men and women who flew these missions over Europe, out of Italy, survived.
It’s an important day, and we honor men like my father by remembering them, as they honored us by risking, and often giving, their lives for us and our country.