Great story, Cope, thanks for sharing it. My dad was sitting in his high school classroom, in a small town in Iowa. When the news of the bombing hit the small town classroom, my dad stood up and said "mail my diploma to my mother". He went downtown and insisted in the Marine Corp.
One of his many jobs on the farm, was to shoot the pigeons as his younger siblings flushed them out of the barn. I have his sharp shooter medals. In his 80's, when war buffs would find him and call him a hero, his only reply was "we were all heroes". That was so true. The greatest generation, hands down. Don't think we ever stop missing them, until we join them.