My father-in-law will be 95 soon, still has all his marbles and the doctor replaced his pacemaker with a lower power one because his heart has improved over the last few years. He still does woodwork in his shop and repairs around the house, but the summer before last he asked me to repair some of his roof tiles because he reluctantly decided he was too shaky to climb up on the roof anymore.
I took him and my mother in law to visit the Lane Victory because he was in the US Navy Armed Guards in the war. He showed me the location of his twin 20mm mount in the Victory ships he served on. At Okinawa a Japanese fighter flew over him at mast level dropping a 100kg bomb and passing over him as he fired at it. The bomb went overhead and through the railing of the deck above him bending it apart and losing most of its momentum. It must have been a dud, or the detonator luckily passed between the railing bars, because it didn't go off, and skittered to a stop. He and his loader each grabbed one end of the bomb and heaved it overboard. The plane went into the drink, and he still thinks he should have gotten credit for the kill because he is convinced to this day that he got the pilot when he fired into the belly of the plane as it went right over him. I'm glad I was able to video record his visit and story for his descendants and I built a shadow box model of a Victory ship for him.