I'd forgotten the significance of this day until a couple of hours ago, when my mom mentioned it to me.

She was a child during the war, but still remembers things like waiting outside the draft office while they did a medical examination on her brother Newel (4-f, if your wondering)

Her second Husband was a navigator on a B-17 during the war... He spent most of it in training, only being assigned to the 101st bomber wing a few months before the end of the war in Europe.

And hearing you speaking about this momentus day of sixty years ago, in that sonorus baratone of yours, brought a tear to my eye and a jump to my heart.

Thank you, gryph.