Monday, May 26, 2008

three - five - eleven - fifteen

This morning, my dad and I were sitting at the table eating breakfast together. I mentioned it was Memorial Day and asked him if he kept in touch with any of his air force buddies. "No". He then spontaneously said, "I wanted to be a pilot in the worst way". I asked him if he was good at it, and he said, "oh, yes, I was really good, but they had so many guys that wanted the same thing that I did, and they only took the best. That wasn't me." I asked him how long he was in the air force. He quickly said, "3 years, 5 months, 11 days, 15 minutes". I said...what???? He repeated, "3 years, 5 months, 11 days, 15 minutes. Some things you never forget".

I guess not! :)

1 comment:

  1. He told me the same thing the morning I had breakfast with him. He said he wasn't good enough.

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