My father's USAF wings. I remember seeing these in Dad's dresser drawer as child.

I don't know much about them. My father flew seven low-level daylight precision bombing missions as a tail gunner in B-17s, but very rarely talked about his wartime experiences, even when queried.

They wings have developed a heavy dark patina over the decades (the photo below is a faithful representation). I assume they're pewter or similar metal; whatever they are, they're pleasingly heavy, and appropriately sized for a kilt pin. I think I'll leave them as is - unpolished.

Incidentally, that's a picture of my father up there as my avatar. Handsome devil, wasn't he?

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