One of my earliest memories was the elation and celebration that erupted in the streets of Chicago when that war ended. It was magnificent and sublime that, even at five years old, I could emotionally partake in. We tore up paper and threw it out of our windows in celebration like thousands and thousands of others. My mother told me that it was something called "a parade" -- and for years afterward I thought that "a parade" meant to tear up paper and toss it out the window!

And we KNEW that this great thing called PEACE was brought about, ultimately, by the actions of Paul Tibbets and his crew.

Art Thieme