Barbara, I like your story about your Dad. I understand the missing man formation. Comrades-in-arms often pay heartfelt tribute to those who no longer walk among us. My Dad served in the Army in Europe, and my Mom served in the Navy stateside. Mom was a technician, maintaining and rebuilding gyroscopes for the "turn and bank" functions in Navy warplanes. My Dad told me stories over the years, but they were not "war stories", so I've never been entirely sure about what his role was. In one story, he drove a jeep. In other stories he knew a lot about radios. The Army put him through a special school, ASTP, Army Special Training Program, at the Citadel in Charleston, SC. Mom and Dad met at Beloit College in Wisconsin. Both earned a BA in Sociology. Mom was unable to attend her graduation from college in early June '48, due to being in labor with her first child, me. Mom was born in '22, Dad was born in '24. I like to say that my mother was born just two years after women won the right to vote in the US. She lived 95 years, mentally sharp all along. Dad lived 89 years, sharp but depressed or sad at the end. They both enjoyed life. It occurred to me recently that I owe my existence to the war, which indirectly brought them together. I served in the Army as well. I learned as much as I could, and have tried to seek wisdom ever since, for whatever that's worth. I enjoy these conversations, under the auspices of HCR and her LFAA.