Honor Flight 51: World War II veteran visits memorial built in his honor
BAKERSFIELD, Calif. (KGET) — A World War II veteran shared his thoughts upon visiting a memorial built in his honor in Washington, D.C. Wednesday morning.
Kern County veterans departed from Meadows Field Airport as part of Honor Flight 51 on Tuesday and landed in Washington that night. The first stop on the trip was at the World War II Memorial.
Honor Flight 51 arrives at Washington, D.C. on Tuesday
Billy Burke, the only World War II veteran on the flight, said he was drafted to the military when he was 18 years old.
'God has given me this time to finally make the trip, and so far, it's been worth the wait,' Burke said.
Honor Flight is set to return Thursday.
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