Dad at PY-Y-Do in Korea about 1968. He was the pilot of the C-47 that brought supplies to the island. The passengers hated landing on that beach with crazy cross winds. He said they used a logging chain as a wind sock.
He was home on leave after being gone for 6 months. On the second day of what was supposed to be a month at home with us the Pueblo was siezed. The Air Force called in the middle of the night and he was gone for another year.
I miss ya dad.