Our Fathers' War
Growing Up in the Shadow of the Greatest Generation
Chapter One
The Beretta in the Nightstand
My father hated war stories. He was a soldier with a code, a brave
man who wouldn't talk about World War II. For a long time after the
war, he could bring himself to tell only one story, and that one
happened to him on the day he got home. He was crossing the Rockies
in a troop train, safely out of the Apennines, glad to be alive.
When his train reached Helper, Utah, it stopped to pick up a booster
locomotive for the steep haul over the mountains to Salt Lake City.
The sun was just coming up, and hundreds of soldiers were still
dozing in their seats. Suddenly, just beyond the windows, the dawn
erupted in rifle shots, shotgun blasts, and pistol fire. The
Japanese had surrendered, and every man in Helper was shooting up
the sky.
No one had bothered to tell the soldiers. Aboard the train, every
man in uniform hit the floor. If you were a civilian, you might
actually believe that World War II was over; if you had seen combat,
it would never be over: You would carry it for the rest of you ... read full excerpt from Our Fathers' War ebook