Here's how that went:
He loved watching planes flying near the city when he grew up and dreamed of becoming a pilot.
So he joined the U.S. Air Force and trained to become a pilot.
He served in Vietnam flying dangerous combat missions—was shot down and rescued...
(She's totally gonna read these tweets later and be mad I'm telling people because people of that era didn't brag about coming from poverty—but clearly they should have.)
He lived. They came home and settled in Pensacola to be near our family in New Orleans.
Imagine how many children hear that today and believe it.