Here is my story about the "little house out back." As we all know there weren't any "jets" during WWII. They came right after the war was over. One day I was sitting in our "little outhouse out back," my cares forgotten and deep in thought, when the first "jet" I had ever seen or heard came zooming over low and fast. I thought it was a bomb coming straight at me. I came out of the outhouse with my pants down. I think my hair was standing on end. We live on a farm and thank goodness no one was around to see me. My husband served two years on a Destroyer during WWII in the Pacific. I thought to myself, "I sorta know how they must have felt when they heard a bomb."
Smith Center, Kansas
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