My Father did tell me about a few of the things he had done before and during the war.
He was supposed to get out of the Air Corps on Dec.8 1941. That didn't work. They told hom to get dfressed and go find his aircraft, he just might need it. He was a NCO C-47 Pilot.
Later he was grounded and assigned to a fighter squadron, first in Libya, then in England.
Before heading over, his squadron was given the opportunity to play a game of baseball with some professionals they got together, most likely for war bonds. I don't know who won, but I can guess. All the A.C. players were given a autographed ball, some 8X10 pictures, and a bat made out of some red wood, with the names of the pro players impressed into it and a gold inlay. My kid has the pictures and I have the bat and ball, he'll get the complete set soon.
I've heard stories of what a terror he was on the troop ship and other stories that at first made no sence to me. There were times he and a couple others would get droped into Europe before the invasion to kidnap someone and take that person to England, he had helped to save the Liperzon stalions of the Spanish Riding School, he had been sent to several camps when they were discovered, Much later after hearing all this I had heard he was assigned to Gen. Patton's unit for some reason, I assume would account for the riding school.
One of the last times I talked to him he told me a few other things and finally admitted he was assigned to the O.S.S..
I had also been told that he turned down a Battlefield Comission, which he told me he regretted doing.
When I got drafted right out of high school he was the main reason I went into the Air Force, which turned out to be aa much better option that the Army or going into permanent exile in Canada.
Although he never said it, I'm pretty sure he was proud of me. My parents even came all the way to Little Rock A.F.B. for a few days where I got them a space to park their R.V. at the base lake and met tehm in my Police truck.