On Memorial Day, I always remember my brother. He was a year older than me, but he died in 1973. He was a navigator/bombardier on an F-111.
I like to look at old photos and remember all the good times--and there were lots of them. The photo above shows me, my brother, and sister #1 riding on the lake behind our house. We had christened our little dinghy, Scout, with a bottle of Seven-Up. We spent our summers in that boat.
2 comments:
It looks like you were having alot of fun Penelope.
How long has he been gone?
It will be 34 years since he died. He was 25 at the time of his death.
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