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Chapter One: Second Generation Airman May 22, 1962, 13:13 Hrs. Administration Building, Randolph Air Force Base, United States Air Force, San Antonio, Texas
Оглавление“Sir, there’s a Captain D’angelo here to see you.” the lieutenant proclaimed. “He says it won’t take but a minute.”
“Yeah, okay. Send him in.” the base commander grunted, setting down the report he had been reading and eyeing the door in front of him. Seconds later, Captain Anthony D’angelo entered and offered a stiff salute.
“Good afternoon, sir. I’m Captain D’angelo … Intelligence.” he announced, holding the salute until the base commander returned it.
“What can I do for you, Captain?” the base commander replied, casually returning the salute.
“Well, sir, I was told that requests like mine have to go through your office.” D’angelo began.
“What kind of a request, Captain?” the base commander asked, motioning him to take a seat.
“Well, sir, it’s actually for my girlfriend, her family really.” D’angelo said cautiously, taking a seat.
“Girlfriend, huh? Well, we’ve got to keep them happy, don’t we?” the base commander said with a chuckle. “Please, go on.”
“Yes sir. It’s about her older brother, Albert, sir, Army Air Corps, World War II, killed in action and buried overseas. Her family decided to leave his remains in England when they were first given the option of bringing him home. Well sir, now they’ve changed their mind and asked me if there was anything I could do to have his remains brought back. I told them I’d check into it and see if it was still possible at this late date.” he said hopefully.
“I see …” the base commander replied, pulling out a large notepad from his top drawer and gazing across the desk. “I’ll be glad to look into it for them, Captain. What’s her brother’s full name?”
“Uh, Natkin sir, Albert Natkin … staff sergeant.”
“Natkin, huh? Serial number?” the colonel asked.
“Yes, sir, I have it right here … 38558214.” D’angelo replied.
“Where’s he buried?”
“Cambridge, sir. Cambridge, England.” he said, as he watched the base commander’s pen race across the notepad.
“Killed in action?”
“I believe so, sir. I know he was in the Jack Ketchum crew.”
“Ketchum, huh? Well, that should be enough to get things started. Believe it or not, we still get this kind of request through here every so often, D’angelo. There’s a lot of grieving left over from the big war and some families are just now getting around to finally facing the loss. When they do, they often want their loved one’s remains brought home.”
“Yes sir.” D’angelo replied. “Her family is still pretty torn up about it. Her mother and father can’t talk about Albert at all without crying.”
“Well D’angelo, you can tell them for me that the U.S. Air Force takes care of its own, and we’re grieving right along with them. I’ll look into this right away. Check back with me in about a week, and I should have something for you.”
“Yes, sir, and thank you, sir.”
“My pleasure, Captain. Take good care of that girlfriend. She sounds like a real keeper.” the base commander suggested with a grin.
“Yes, sir, she is!” D’angelo replied, offering another stiff salute before turning to leave.