In February 2005, during a Black History Month celebration, I had the incredible opportunity to meet some of the last surviving Tuskegee Airmen at a ‘Meet & Greet’ event hosted by the Museum of Flight in Seattle.
Each of them was gracious, warm, and generous with their time, happily signing my collection of memorabilia—including a book on the Red Tails.
One Airman, in particular, stood out. Not only did he remember my grandfather, Captain John Daniels, but he also recalled his class designation—G43. I was astonished by the depth of his memory.
What he shared next left me speechless. He revealed that he was originally scheduled to be on the ill-fated flight that claimed the lives of nearly a dozen officers. Their aircraft crashed while attempting to land at Moton Field during a thunderstorm. These men had survived the war, only to perish back home—not because of enemy fire, but because racial segregation in the South left them with no alternative airfields where they could safely divert. That night, fate intervened. He had to work and couldn’t join them, a twist of circumstance that ultimately saved his life.
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