Hugh Alexander Fisher

To my family and friends who would like to know the story of Hugh Alexander Fisher. Brother to my father and the 5th child of my grandparents Arthur and Katherine Fisher.  In my lifetime I can hardly remember anyone talking about him. Grief wasn't talked about like it is today. Or maybe by the time I was born he was already gone for 12 years. In 2018, Brian and I visited Normandy. By happenstance, we were there on Remembrance Day, and I was gobsmacked by how emotional I became. The average age of death during WW2 was 22, and there were literally thousands of graves. This experience sparked my curiosity about Uncle Hugh's story, but like many good intentions, it fell by the wayside. When COVID struck, I found myself going through our pictures of France, and suddenly, I had a project! I accessed and printed off Uncle Hugh's war records, though much was missing. We committed to visiting Lyford, England, where the crash site was, and to visit his grave, as to my knowledge,...