Near the end of WWII, my dad hadcompleted his combat tour as a B-17 pilot and spent some time ferrying war-weary B-29sback to the States. As he was on approach to land at San Antonio, a Piper Cub cut him offin the pattern, and he had to execute a missed approach to avoid a collision. He waspissed and after landing went looking for the pilot of the Piper Cub and met my mom. Itwas her solo flight.-anotheregomaniac Continue Reading



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