Indeed we do numberplease, and it's really nice to say hello to you. My father was killed over Holland, shot down by a night fighter,on Dec 20th 1942. I was born five weeks later. They had been married for 21 months, six of which my father was in South Africa training as a bomber navigator. My mother had quite a tough time, as I'm sure yours did, but we were lucky as in 1947 my mother was married again to a wonderful man who had been a POW in the Far East. (according to my granny they were looking for wives!!!!!) Unfortunately I remained an only child, but my stepfather was was a wonderful father to me and a loving devoted husband to my mother. To say the day they met was our lucky day is an understatement! They are both dead now, but we all had forty happy years, for which I'm extremely grateful.