Upper Levee / Saint Paul … I remember it well! My father worked as a pressman at West Publishing just on right of the photo. Was a great auto junkyard beyond the High-bridge in the background and along the river.
With honor this weekend our Family remembers an Uncle I never got to meet. USAAF 2nd Lieutenant Arthur Dalberth. Uncle Art became a pilot at an early age. When the war started, he signed on as a civilian trainer for pilots at a base in Florida. As the war escalated, he decided to enter the Airforce and was given a 2nd lieutenant rank for the service he had contributed as a trainer. Uncle Art flew missions as a Hump Pilot. Many years ago, we got to meet one of the navigators who often flew with him. We learned that flying the Hump were dangerous missions sometimes in the dead of night over the Himalayan mountains bringing fuel and supplies for the troops. They would then return with the wounded. On March 5th in 1945, he was the co-pilot on a night fuel run mission when his plane went down in the mountains. During a trip to Hawaii in the 80's, we visited his grave at the beautiful Punch Bowl Crater National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific.
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