Members of The 54th Massachusetts Regiment

My dad is a great storyteller—I suspect that I got my urge to spin tales from him—so I grew up hearing his stories from World War II and Korea. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized how much he didn’t tell us. He told us about his adventures and places and funny events. He could spin a lot of funny out of pretty awful.

He didn’t tell us what it was like to be under fire, to see people die, to kill, to wonder if he’d live to see his first child.

He told us what it was like to be eighteen and head off into the unknown.

He didn’t tell us what it was like to be eighteen and head off to war.


At eighteen I thought it was scary to head off to college.

Millions of young men—and later women—like my dad, headed off to defend their homes, their families, their countries, and a concept called freedom.

We owe them all. We owe them more than we can imagine.

When I was researching my World War II novel, I watched a British series about the invasion of the Guernsey Islands. The residents went to bed as FREE, British citizens and woke up the next day to a German invasion force. They lost all their freedoms in the space of hours.


To say I was sobered by this would be an understatement. Without those willing to stand in the gap, we’d all be hours from losing our freedom.

I don’t have adequate words to express my thanks to all those who have stood their ground and fought against tyranny and injustice, who have faced real peril, who have pushed back those who would take our country and our freedom away from us.

Thank you. May God bless you and your families.

Perilously yours,


With Deepest Thanks
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  • November 11, 2013 at 8:04 am

    My grandfather went off to fight in WWII when my dad was four years old. I can’t even imagine what my grandmother felt, being left with two babies. Well, he never talked about the war until my husband asked him questions that none of us ever thought we could. We found out that he’d been in the Battle of the Bulge and had been left in dead piles twice.

    I’m grateful he came home safe. I’m grateful for all the men and women who have served our country.

    Happy Veterans’ Day!
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    • November 11, 2013 at 8:21 am

      Wow. Wow. That is an amazing story. I know my dad didn’t like talking about the hard parts. He was just glad to have come home. His brother was captured during the Battle of the Bulge and was lucky to have ended up in a POW camp. Like you, so grateful to all of them! Thanks for sharing that. Wow.

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