He is always on my mind. Today. Yesterday. And tomorrow.
I was a few weeks old when this photograph was taken in 1950 and only 24 when he died. Dad did not talk about the three wars he covered; certainly, not scenes like the one pictured here.
Oh, how I wish I’d had more time—so many questions.
My thoughts are with those fighting to preserve a fragile democracy and the journalists who tell their stories.
Julie, I no longer have your current email so am sending you a message this way. Ireadin this mornings Register your story. Wow!! I thought it was great!! Marcia
Thank you for this story and reminder. The war crimes never seem to end, but we need bright lights upon them.
Julie, I no longer have your current email so am sending you a message this way. Ireadin this mornings Register your story. Wow!! I thought it was great!! Marcia