Word reached me today that Otis passed away. I never met Otis, but had exchanged a number of letters with him after my father died some years ago. Otis told me a few stories about he and my father when they were young men; stories my father never told.
There was also Bud, Bob, and Jerry; Gene, Holly, and Harry; as well as Lee and John. Dad didn’t start flying with them from the beginning of their tour in July 1944. He joined them a couple of months after they had started...after they had ditched. The picture above shows Dad with them shortly after the crew was re-formed following their latest brush with death in the North Sea.
After they had pummeled the Nazis into submission, reducing their cities to rubble, Otis and the crew went home. One became an engineer, another an Air Force Command Pilot who flew early NASA missions, a postal worker, a County department manager, a fireman, a NYC ad agency owner, and Otis…a college professor.