I'm afraid to say that he passed two years ago.

I'll tell you his most interesting story:
It was Thanksgiving 1944, and his gooney bird was filled with pumpkin pie filling for the troops on the ground. Somewhere over the Pacific (God knows where, never mentioned that

) he ran into a couple Oscar fighters. After dogging their fire for a few minutes, they got some good shots in him. The Oscars broke off, probably either low on ammo or fuel or both, leaving him and his co-pilot to fight with the plane. He managed to crash land it on some island. For two weeks he and his co-pilot ate nothing but pumpkin pie filling, untill they were rescued by a PT-Boat. And he never ate pumpkin pie again.

I don't know how true the story is...I don't know the aircraft numbers or anything, or even how to check records...
Sock