Author: Discovering My Father's World War II Heroism

In the hall outside his study in our house in Wilmington, Delaware, my father had hung a small framed photograph, a group of old men on a bench wearing baseball caps. I had never asked who they were, but he may have once referred to it as “a reunion.” I didn’t think of my father as someone who attended reunions.

He was a lawyer who loved poetry, history, travel. He read Greek myths to my siblings and me on drives to school, or T.S.