Reflecting on my grandma...

Tonight we were watching a program where people from my state shared their experiences from World War II. It made me think about my grandmother. During WWII she worked at the air base in Wendover, and her job was to ration and assign fuel to the different airplanes that were flying from that base. She knew how much fuel she had coming in on trains and trucks and she was responsible for portioning it out in the best way. One of the tasks she had, which she found out about later, was to give fuel to the Enola Gay for its famous bombing mission. At the time she didn't know she was doing such a momentous thing, but she said that she did know it was something important because they told her to make sure that she gave fuel to that plane. It's interesting to feel that your family is somehow a small part of such a large piece of history...