Charles and I at the Rocky Mountain Air Show

Charles in flight -
Brooks AFB sometime in 1943

I was invited to attend and host a table for Charles at the Rocky Mountain Air Show in the WWII Museum exhibit area.  The show is this weekend, and I've been busy all week enlarging and framing photos and trying to figure out how to share the precious peices of the plane recovered from the crash site in France so that people can see it all, but not touch it.  I'm staying the course regarding the challenge that Jean-Marc laid at my feet and I'm taking advantage of every possible opportunity to tell mine and Charles' story.  There are going to be a lot of WWII veterans who will be in attendance and I realized yesterday that I should probably be prepared for a emotionally charged weekend.  When I'm in the WWII/Charles zone, I have trouble keeping it together.  It seems I can barely hug anyone or shake a hand without tearing up.  I can't imagine stifling the waterworks when I'm talking to or listening to these sweet old men tell THEIR stories.  I'm thinking a hankie might serve me better than a whole box of tissue.