He was a paratrooper in WWII. His platoon would jump during airshows and parades to promote support of the war. My dad wanted nothing more than to go to war rather than do public relations. He got his wish and the glider he was in got shot down. My dad was sitting in a jeep full of their parachutes when they were shot down. He survived with broken legs and that was the end of his war career. I love this man.