My uncle Chester was a bomber pilot during WW2. On one of his last missions, his bomber was hit with ground fire and was going down. There are 2 stories about what happened next. The first was that his parachute didn't open and he fell to the ground. The second was that he made it to the ground safely, but was killed on the ground by the civilians. I don't know which one to believe. Be that as it may, he was a very decorated individual and had a VFW post named after him in his hometown of Glen Lyon, PA. I think of him a lot, especially on Memorial Day. Thanks uncle Chester.