Later someone told me when he was a boy he’d been imprisoned in a Nazi concentration camp. He was Jewish. I don’t know what country or which camp or how long he was there. But when he was about 12, he escaped.
He was making his way to Israel, the promised land, when he was captured by the British and placed in what was little more than another concentration camp. Now being a man of 13, he escaped, stole an airplane and flew it to Israel. He managed to land safely. The plane became the first in Israel and he became known as the father of the Israeli airforce.
When he was 16 or 17 he was sent to the U.S. to become a pilot. Here he met a beautful young Jewish girl who could never leave America. So if she would agree to marry him, he would agree to stay here. And that is how I came to meet him many years later, the quiet man who never said a word. Just goes to show, you can’t judge a book by its cover, you never know what’s locked inside.
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