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J. C. G.

It was in May, 1945 when I finally arrived at the Air Corps Hos- pital just outside of San Francisco, California, for treatment of wounds and surgery after being hit with a German 88 while flying a B-17 over Berlin. I was the pilot of the aircraft and we were hit after dumping our bombs on target. Three of the crew were killed and the rest of us injured, however we were able to get back to friendly lines. After treatment at a field hospital in France, then in England I arrived in San Francisco for final surgery and treat- ment and separation from the service.

Over a period of three months I had a series of operations on my back and shoulder. The last week in August I was placed on out-patient status and took a room at a local hotel. I did some sight seeing and saw some friends. One time, at a local U. S. O. I met Mary. She was a volunteer and she was a real beauty. Tall - 5'9" and georgeous blond hair. We became fast friends and over the next few weeks we saw a great deal of each other.

I was invited to dinner at Mary's house and met the rest of her family, four sisters, almost as beautiful as she was, and her father and mother. Her father was in some type of manufacturing bus- iness and was quite prosperous. They had a beautiful large home on several acres overlooking San Francisco Bay.

Finally, in November of 1945 I was separated from the service with a terminal leave promotion to Major. I was 25 at the time.

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