I ran across this image while cleaning out our parents house late last year.

My dad flew Piper Cubs as a reconnaissance pilot in World War II.
I remember him telling us when we were very young,
that they would sometimes sleep under the wing of their planes at night when they were in France.
I remember thinking that it sounded very "romantic" in a worldly sense.
I asked him about that just a few years ago, and he didn't think that was quite the description he would have given!