My father loved planes from the time he was a little boy. When the U.S. got into WWII, he volunteered for the Army Air Corps. He went completely through flight school to become a pilot, but failed his final psych evaluation because he had a slight stammer. Heart broken, he decided if he couldn't fly 'em, he'd fix 'em. He became an aircraft mechanic, stationed on Saipan and Tinian.
He maintained and repaired the fighters and bombers stationed on the islands, including one rather famous one. Here are a couple of photos he brought back. He is the man in the pilot's seat of the #54
Avenger.