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.
Orthodox. Faithful. Free.
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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.