My father, Mark H. Crochet, flew with the Red Raiders. He always told me he was a pilot but could also have been a co-pilot. He did not speak much about his war time experiences. He loved planes and flying to end of his days. The day I drove him to the hospital, he kept watching for traffic from the passenger seat. I can still hear his voice, "Clear right!" He died on March 1, 2002. He was the best Dad he knew how to be and I miss him very much.
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