My Greatest Generation
“Uncle Fred passed away.” That was the curt message my brother sent to my siblings and me several days after …
“Uncle Fred passed away.” That was the curt message my brother sent to my siblings and me several days after …
“That rain cell out at 11:00 o’clock is directly over our route,” I said to Richard over our helmet intercoms …
“How much gas do you have?” I asked Richard as we approached Valentine, Nebraska. “We still have 30 miles to …