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I never knew my father, a decorated World War II pilot who died before I was born. But a trek at age 67 to the site where his airplane crashed brought me closer to him than I’d ever dared hope.
A dank cabin and a loyal dog—and, eventually, a loving daughter—turned Texas into home.
