Maternal grandfather was a pilot for the Marines during WWII. He told everybody he dropped out of Harvard his Junior year to enlist, but his wife would often utter under her breath that he was going to be asked to leave Harvard as he was on double secret probation, but either way, hey, I come from Harvard stalk.
Saw a lot of action during the war as he flew wounded Marines out of combat action. He was shot down once but landed the plane safely. That earned him some sort of medal we're told, though the whereabouts of this medal are unknown.
Best story I remember him telling me a few times involved a flight he shared with
Tyrone Power, who was the hot actor of the day, playing Zoro and other roles that made him a sensation with the ladies. Power, like many young American stars of both film and athletics at the time, enlisted for Military duty and served his country. However, he was spared overseas action for most of the war and piloted cargo domestically until the very end of the war when he saw some action in the Pacific.
It was domestically that Power and my grandfather were flying together. Despite his military service, Power was a huge hit anywhere he went and Generals at various bases would demand to meet with Power and if possible, introduce him to their wives or daughters, who thought of him like girls of today think of Justin Timberlake or whatever. The two of them landed in Corvallis, Oregon for a brief stop and word got back to them that the General on the Air Facility wanted Power to come off the plane and meet with them. Power had no interest in this and told my grandfather that he would prefer to stay on board and if at all possible, hidden away to avoid the meet and greet. My grandfather agreed to his wish, landed the plane, helped hide Power on board and straight up lied to the General that Power was NOT on board the plane. General was pissed and insisted on coming on board to inspect. Grandfather stood his ground, told him they were on a tight timeline, withstood the verbal assault and soon enough, were on their way.
Despite heavy alcoholism, smoking cigars until dementia took over and a diet that including buttering his butter, the old coot made it to around 90. He used to let me booze with him when I was a teenager and taught me how to drive when I was 12.