62 Years Ago Today...

62 years ago today, one of the men for whom I am named, Lt. Kenneth R., died when his plane was shot down in the Schweinfurth raid (8/17/1943) on Nazi Germany. Kenny was a bombardier on a B-17 in the days when the bombardiers were sitting ducks. Although most of his flight crew survived, Kenny did not. Evidence seems to suggest that he was dead before his plane hit the ground. As a Jew, I hope so. Whatever was left of him is buried somewhere in Belgium.

My family was lucky - nearly all of them had come to the USA by the end of the first decade of the 20th Century.