1968 for me was not simply the year I found myself away from home for the first time. It was not just the year I donned the uniform of a soldier and took up arms against communist aggression, traveling to the jungles of Southeast Asia to do my patriotic duty. To characterize that year merely as my coming of age fails to recognize the significance of the year itself. Few intervals of similar duration in the history of our nation have been as important as those twelve months. Perhaps only 1776 surpasses 1968 in its impact on who and what we as a nation will become thereafter. The eras of the...
1968 for me was not simply the year I found myself away from home for the first time. It was not just the year I donned the uniform of a soldier and t...
Even as a small child, Charlene had a big heart, broken when her father, Captain Patrick Morris, was lost to the Vietnam War. Nonetheless, when Charlene comes of age, she too becomes an Army officer. Her duties take her to Iraq and Afghanistan with visits to her father's cemetery plot in Des Moines along the way.
Bravery, courage, and honor were in her blood, and military service felt like the right thing to do. There is something that Captain Charlene Morris doesn't know yet-though she's about to find out.
That cemetery plot in Des Moines is empty, and her father is not dead. In...
Even as a small child, Charlene had a big heart, broken when her father, Captain Patrick Morris, was lost to the Vietnam War. Nonetheless, when Cha...
