In 1989 my husband and I were packing to move from Florida to Mississippi. As I was packing his clothes, he said, “Don’t forget my World War II flight jacket. Forward to year 2013. Nothing was mentioned about the flight jacket and it was forgotten.
After my husband passed away, I was cleaning out his closet and came out with a grocery bag with his flight jacket in it. Now I wonder if all those years he thought I had junked it. I would give anything to let him know his flight jacket is fine and hanging in his closet. It is now my most prized possession.
~ Ethel Horne