One day we walked over to the Fleet Wings factory where Dad worked. It was a facinating place for me. It was at the Bristol airport and it was the first time I got to see the planes close up.
They had a Japanese Zero, that was shot down, on display in front of the plant. I climbed all over that thing looking at all the bullet holes in it.
From across the fields we could see the trains heading to Philadelphia loaded with tanks, cannons, jeeps, and army trucks. They went by day after day in what seemed like a never ending line.
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