84 of 613

|

wood prints vintage wood prints book wood prints history wood prints veteran wood prints memorabilia wood prints pilot wood prints army air corps wood prints air force wood prints log book wood prints distinguished flying cross wood prints medal wood prints sacrifice wood prints war wood prints world war 2 wood prints flying wood prints

photographs vintage photos book photos history photos veteran photos memorabilia photos pilot photos army air corps photos air force photos log book photos distinguished flying cross photos medal photos sacrifice photos war photos world war 2 photos flying photos

My dad was a pilot in the Army Air Corps during World War 2. He joined in 1938 when he was 17 years old and first became an airplane mechanic. As a Staff Sergeant he turned 20 years old on December 7, 1941. By the end of January 1942, he became one of the first flying sergeants in the Air Corps and soloed in February. By the end of that year he was stationed in the South Pacific flying C-47's. He flew passengers, freight, paratroopers and COMBAT MISSIONS according to his log book. After the war dad remained in the Air Force until he retired in 1961 as a major. He was a good man and loved his family and left them a great legacy. A really special day for me was when I got to pick up my dad at the airport in a plane I flew in to pick him up with. When we were up at cruising altitude, I looked at him and said, "The controls are yours, dad."

(c) James Q. Eddy Jr.

In my earlier bio I tried to describe a little about who I am and what I like to photograph. I debated whether any further information was necessary to describe me. Giving it more thought I suppose it is important to tell more of my story. In March 2008 I was diagnosed with acute myelogenous leukemia. Shortly before that I hemorrhaged in my eyes causing small blind spots in both. I spent a good part of that year in and out of the hospital receiving treatments. Today I am in remission and doing well. I still have blind spots that cause some difficulty in seeing. I have heard it said that going through something like that makes you see life a little differently. Although I had a pretty good outlook about life, I do see things...