The tanned farmer stood under the windmill in the hot, cloudless July afternoon. His soiled blue cotton shirt was buttoned to the collar. Before him, his nineteen-year-old son, ramrod straight in his immaculate marine dress blues, lamented, "Dad, if only I could turn back just a few months, then I wouldn't be in this predicament." The father, his jaw set, gazing up at the windmill vanes, quiet in the summer calm, uttered softly, "You can't pump water with yesterday's wind." Born in 1922 to a simple farming family in rural Colorado, Andrew Hubbard is athletic, handsome, and intelligent. Andy's...