In his 90 years on this earth, Dr. Edward Lefferts Thorne—my dad—delivered hundreds of babies, saved hundreds of lives and, by the time he retired from general practice at 87, he had cultivated hundreds of relationships, mostly good. He witnessed the rise of the automobile, the airplane, television and the Internet—although he never touched a computer. He watched, spellbound, as America and the USSR embarked on the space race, culminating in Neil Armstrong’s moonwalk. Yet the central event of my father’s life, the experience that stayed with him until the day he died and changed him perhaps more than any other, was the time he spent as a medical officer in the Royal Canadian Air Force between 1941 and 1946.
Here is the article at Legion Magazine.