Brother wants details
Lt. John Philip Hutchins was and is my greatest hero. Not only to me, but to anyone who knew him. Like your members, I am certain.
I was in combat in the Pacific as a bombardier in a B-24 Liberator, sinking ships, blowing up trains and factories. My good luck was gigantic.
When I got word my brother was missing in the Battle of the Bulge, December 1944, I stood in the shower and wept until exhausted. Kid brothers, those macho numb-nuts should not weep in public.
This note is written in the slim chance some kind member could fill me in on what happened about Dec. 7. My wonderful brother survived, crippled, married, one daughter, worked on staff at USC (Trojans) for 27 years. He asked me not to ask him what happened to him, and I obeyed.
He never moaned, bitched, or complained. He often said, "My feet may drag, but my heart has wings." Take special care, gentlemen. All of you are my heroes.