B-25s flyover

This past week marked the 70th anniversary of the Doolittle Raid on Tokyo, Japan.  If you are not familiar with this remarkable event during World War II, I highly recommend you become so immediately.  There are currently only 5 surviving crew members, 4 of which came to Wright-Patt last week for one last reunion.  In honor of them, over 20 B-25s flew in.  On Wednesday, the boys and I met up with Eric to watch the flyover.  Eric picked an ideal spot.  We were the only ones there, and the planes flew directly over us.  It was a beautiful day and seeing the planes above us was incredible.  I admit I teared up a bit.   Especially knowing what it meant to morale in the U.S. that this raid happened when it did.  Eric talked to a neighbor who was 11 at the time and he spoke of it like it happened yesterday.  The kids weren't quite as impressed, but someday they will learn more about this raid and we'll be able to show them the pictures of the day we got to experience what it is like to see a group of B-25s come over the horizon and fly over you.

 We got to our spot about 45 minutes before the flyover.  The kids were excited about the picnic lunch, but a little less excited about the giant gopher holes that would have swallowed Molly.  Molly did not care, but Will had anxiety attacks as soon as Molly wandered a couple feet from where we were sitting.

 We do have movies, but this is my pathetic attempt to give you a still image experience of seeing the planes come toward us...Ok, ok, ok, I'll figure out how to get a movie up eventually.

 After the second (and last) flyover, I realized it would have been great to get a picture of Eric and the kids with the bombers overhead.  We'd moved down lower when we saw the "missing man" formation coming toward us.  The picture isn't great, but it was better than nothing.

 The last of four attempts to get a decent picture of my family.  I'm actually pretty proud of this one.

 Molly had a ball being outside.  She walked all over and then would just plop down.  Asphalt, grass, gopher hole, she didn't care.  

 There are times when you go through a great deal of trouble to do something, and it turns out it wasn't worth it.  This was a time when we went through extremely little trouble (i.e. stepping over a couple of gopher holes) and got to experience something amazing.