My grandfather was part of a B-29 crew. They flew “Hump” missions out of India before getting moved to the Tinian islands. They flew enough missions to wear out one plane and get assigned to another. They were shot down at the end of the war but he survived. I have old photos of him with the crew and one of his planes that he sent home to my grandmother. From those photos I used the tail numbers to obtain the flight service records of his planes. His planes names were Fu-Kem-Al and Fu-Kem-Al-Tu.


The true mark of a man is not how he conducts himself during times of prosperity, but how he conducts himself during times of adversity.