Albert Raim, my father, grew up on Lombard Street. By the end of World War II he had trained the crews who dropped the atomic bombs on Japan in how to fly their B-29s by instruments.
Martin Klein, my father-in-law, grew up on Smallwood Street. He was one of the few unwounded soldiers in the first wave to make it to Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944 — D-Day.
I still find it amazing that these otherwise ordinary men had such a direct impact on two of the most monumental events in world history.
Remember and honor our veterans. After all, they are your family members, friends and neighbors.
Marc Raim, Baltimore