I wanted to share this story with you and to thank you for the gift you share with readers like me. I pried him loose from the nurses and drove him home. My Dad was all right: just some hemorrhoids.
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He left and I sat there holding your book, full of heroes like George Adams and the man I was waiting for. I think we both felt our coincidental meeting was more special than odd. I wanted him to know that there are many of my generation who appreciate what he did.
But my concerns kept me there and George Adams was called out next. I wish my own reasons for being in that waiting room were not hanging like a cloud. I wanted to buy him a hundred beers and ask him a thousand questions. Anyhow, he said he was going to buy your book.
I gave him the address for The Eisenhower Center and urged him to write to you. He's thinking about going back this June to jump on the anniversary. He says he goes to the reunions annually. I asked him if he was still close to the men he jumped with that day and his jaw set in a way that I've never seen before and cannot adequately describe. After awhile I began to wonder if he would ever give me the book back without a fight. I showed him your book and he began slowly looking through the pictures. It happens that this man, George Adams, was a paratrooper in C Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne. There, over his heart, was a Screaming Eagle. I looked from his ice-blue eyes, down his unshaven face, to his windbreaker. I showed him the cover and said, "D-Day." I did not look up from my (your) book.įinally the old man shouted at me, "What's that book about?" An old man came in, alone, and sat next to me. Hours passed and the room filled with patients and their families. For long stretches of time the worry surrounding me abated as I turned the pages of that day on the beaches of Normandy. I knew I would have a long, lonely wait in the hospital waiting room. I was obviously very concerned about the surgery my father faced and the possible results of the concurrent tests. Even now, when I read your histories of brave young men, I hear my father's stories of horror, joy, friendship and courage. He made it to Sicily where he suffered shrapnel wounds. My father was an army medic, helping to chase Rommel through North Africa. It finally arrived at our bookstore and I immediately began, greedily, to devour it.Īs it turns out, last Tuesday, I journeyed to Altoona, one-hundred miles east of here, to take my father to a hospital for some exploratory surgery. I was therefore eagerly awaiting the publication of your new book about D-Day. I have read most of your books and enjoyed them immensely. As it turns out, last Tuesday, I journeyed to Altoona, one-hundred miles east of here, to take my father to a hospital for some exploratory surgery. It finally arrived at our bookstore and I immediately began, greedily, to devour it. Ambrose: I have read most of your books and enjoyed them immensely.
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