Grant Bruckmeier
I knew Don through our mutual membership in the 49th Fighter Squadron Association. It's been 30 years since we first crossed paths. I always looked forward to our annual reunions to hear his stories. They got better every year! I also seem to remember a leather flight jacket in remarkable condition. Our country owes a great debt of gratitude to Don and all the members of his "greatest" generation. He has reached the last line on the poem and gets to "…put out his hand and touch the face of God."