A war interest has always surrounded me from my family. We're not a military family by any means, but someone from every generation has been in the Air Force. I even entertained the idea of enlisting after I graduated college, but decided on the civilian life. For one, I'm not one to take orders from anyone. I'd rather be the renegade Col. Kurtz utilizing my own unsound means (because, well, I like to do things a different way).
But Grandfather was in the HellHawks and I do think that is pretty cool. I have an old black and white picture of him looking young and dapper, wearing a flight jacket, smoking a cigarette, leaning against his plane. There's a reunion of the guys this week and Dad sent me this photo.
I think it's pretty cool and only re-whets my desire to get on the goal of learning to fly.