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Literary Nonfiction. The house was small, built on the GI Bill. In its knotty-pine kitchen, beneath the gaze of countless wooden eyes darkened by cigarette smoke, My dad told war stories. Scores of war stories, for endless hours, for years, in unusual detail. Tom’s dad was a 1919 flu-epidemic orphan. Survived the Great Depression. Survived combat in World War 2. Survived a lifetime in a factory. Survived a son who turned on him, as the Vietnam War drifted into nuts. Survived a wife who rose to the management of a daily newspaper, then killed herself. This is one insider’s perspective.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Literary Nonfiction. The house was small, built on the GI Bill. In its knotty-pine kitchen, beneath the gaze of countless wooden eyes darkened by cigarette smoke, My dad told war stories. Scores of war stories, for endless hours, for years, in unusual detail. Tom’s dad was a 1919 flu-epidemic orphan. Survived the Great Depression. Survived combat in World War 2. Survived a lifetime in a factory. Survived a son who turned on him, as the Vietnam War drifted into nuts. Survived a wife who rose to the management of a daily newspaper, then killed herself. This is one insider’s perspective.