Hope the memory of the poets Franco had murdered lasts longer than the memory of his regime

I remember this, I had acquired and have long since lost it somewhere:

Uncle pictured learned how to fly a B-17. He went up once over Nazi Germany and never came back, lost somewhere at the bottom of the North Sea. All my life I thought we should bring him home and put him in the grave between his parents in Ohio, but now I'm afraid that would dishonor his sacrifice.

I recently acquired this book and realized it's really about when an industry is allowed to regulate itself:

'We' had to fight a whole goddamn war about it, the most costly one in all American history. I hope that it doesn't have to come to that again, but people are so fucking stupid. This guy's bones are rattling in his grave.