My dad Ernest Anders Erickson enjoyed saying with a slight smile, when anyone asked about his days in the Air Force. He quickly stopped the inquisitor in their tracks with this:

"Air Force? I flew with the Army Air Corps. That's what I planned to do when I was a teenager and that's what I did. I worked for the Air Force....later. So call it the Air Corps for me."

Most agreed or did not see the significance in his request. But i did and still do. It sounds better and it brings back a time long ago that was significant in my father's life and hence to all of us in the family. So I call it the Air Corps.

Ten years later after the war my father worked with the Air Force for many years connected with Lockheed Aircraft and as he continued working with Lockheed, he joined the storied and secret Skunk Works. His last project was the Stealth A-117. Surely many secret projects I never knew about and he even worked with the German Luftwaffe and the Italian Air Forces in the 1960s and 1970s.

I recently donated my father's Air Corps Uniform and Cap to the the 95th Bomb Group Memorials Foundation Museum at the Red Feather Club at Horham Airfield in England

In the fortunes of time and memory, they came around for my father. After many decades his leather A-2 Air Corps jacket returned to Horham along with his flight goggles and cap and flight bag bearing the 8th Air Corps patch.

Many thanks to Quentin Brundle and others at Horham for the beautiful display of my father's jacket, his photographs and the other items. My father's spirit again takes to the skies over the English landscape of Eye, Diss and Horham.