My long delayed remembrance of my dad’s fighter pilot career
Somebody won my heart. 79th Fighter Group. My dad was there. Here’s the thing. I wrote a whole book about my WWI Rainbow Division grandfather. He had a diary, from before to after. Nothing like that for my dad. Everything I learned about him came from a few martinis and a handful of cues from the 79th Fighter Group. My dad was a different thing. I did post a response a month ago. Told him my dad was not your likely fighter pilot. Showed him a pic. With extraordinary coincidental resonances that had already been published in the Providence Journal. Thought I could do what others are doing at the 79th Fighter Group. Dropped lines of remembrances. Discovered I can’t do those. Now I can tell you. We belonged to a select set called Hine Quarters. Hiney, the host in charge, had a bottomless hole of booze and fun times. We lived a mile away. We went to their parties. The Hine kids and the Laird kids were best friends, and we watched the parties. The core of the group w...