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FORWARD
The following story is the war-time experiences of our father, Charles C.(Charlie) Huff. He was a young man in rural northeast Florida in 1942,married to our mother, the former Dorothy (Dot) Scoville of the same smallcommunity of Elkton.The upheaval in their lives caused by this beast of a war was surely the sameas that in countless other young lives. And yet they must have felt that itwas happening to them alone. The fear, the loneliness, the uncertainty of what the future would bring, must have seemed unbearable at times. Butthey, like all the rest, had no choice but to go on.It is hard to know just who had the worst time of it: our father who enduredmuch hard work in training followed by the terror of combat, or our motherwho must have faced so many painful and empty moments alone. Itcertainly doesn’t matter though, for together, they, like all the rest of theyoung people serving their country, made sacrifices that had to be made,gave up a part of their lives that should have been spent in much happiertimes, and faced the dread that only possible and sudden death can bring.The rest of us will always be grateful for stories like this.Charles A. (Butch) Huff William C. (Bill) Huff And in Memory: Michael D. (Mike) Huff 
Copyright 2000, Charles C. Huff - All rights reserved 
 
 
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Lt. Charles C. Huff - U.S. Army Air Corps
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Air Force 486
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Bomb Group 833
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Squadron
1942 - 1945
 
 
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PREFACE
I am going to write about the things that happened to me and things thathappened around me during the three years that I served in the military.During this time, the air service was part of the Army and was known as theArmy Air Corps. After World War II, it became a separate unit and wasknown as the Air Force. I remember just about every detail of events thathappened to others and me even though it has been fifty-six years ago.Some of them were very comical and some were very tragic.As a young teenager, I dreamed of airplanes all the time. The airlines at thattime did not resemble what they are today. The planes then were DC 3’sand carried about twenty passengers. There were two flights a day over ourarea, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. I was thrilled to see themand watched them when they appeared until they disappeared. I never gottired of seeing them and had many dreams about them. Since money was soscarce and times were hard and the depression was on, I knew my onlychance was to join the Army Air Corps.
HERE IS MY STORY !
 
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lilysunshine1630

What a wonderful tribute to one of the greatest generation. I so wish we had made my father do the same. I am so glad that we Baby Boomers woke up to cherish the sacrifices made by our parents before it was too late. "We will never see their like again" --- Ike, Countdown to D-Day

reply09 / 22 / 2009
BrianRowland

I am sorry you did not have your father document his experiences. Mr. Huff (still alive and well at 90) surprised everyone about ten years ago when he sat in his chair for a month or so writing all of this out on a legal pad. His son, Bill Huff, pieced it all together with photographs. "Pappy" is the family hero and he and his wife recently celebrated their 70th anniversary! Enjoy!

12 / 29 / 2009
alden51

Have only read 10 pages but wanted to say "Thanks". In addition to being a natural pilot, the author was a fine storyteller. He writes with ease. Thank you for downloading this. I am enjoying it immensely.

reply07 / 14 / 2008
BrianRowland

Glad you enjoyed it.

12 / 29 / 2009
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