I just about shed a tear to be honest. I was pretty overwhelemed when I saw the pic. He passed about 12 years ago.  Unfortunatly, by the time I was old enough to care to listen, the two families saw little of each other because of distance geographically.

I have to start doing some research, and guess I should start with my cousin. I know he was a fairly well known guy. When I was living in CT in the early 90's, Cindy had called a local Japanese steak house for a dinner res. When she gave the name Felice, the owner of the place instantly asked if it was Mr Felice from the Flying Tigers. She had no knowlege of my uncle, so she said no, but mentioned it to me as something odd, and I told her about Uncle Raffie. I was so PO'd when we went to eat there, and the owner wasn't in that night.  It was our last night in CT, and moved to FL the next day so I never got to talk to him. At that point, Raffie was living in FL, but 6 hours away. He came down our way to visit from time to time, but we always missed each other. I also know that he was in Burma through 1945, as I have a red back patch (Burma 1945) that he gave to my dad on return to the states. Raffie was the oldest of the boys in the family, and dad was the youngest of brood.

Mom tells me he was pretty tight with a couple of the higher rankin officers, and sooner or later, I'll get the story of what he did to be awarded a some sort of citation for his actions while in Burma.  I never really knew my cousin. She's much older then me, and me having moved out of NYC at a young age, I lost touch with many of my family.