I was standing on a trade show floor in Florida, watching a demonstration video, but my mind was drifting half a world away to Sicily, to the Gulf of Catania. On July 13, 1944, a U.S. Army Air Forces C-47 heading to Sicily with a dozen British paratroopers was raked with flak. The plane veered out of control and crashed into the gulf. My father, the radio operator, was the only person aboard not killed or wounded. As water seeped into the aircraft, he helped the heavily loaded Red Devil paratroopers out, helped them with their life vests and tied them together.