The year is 1952, the Korean War is in full swing and the Military draft is taking its toll on America's youth. If you were between eighteen and twenty-five years of age, you were subject to it. American's didn't like the war or the draft and violent protests are common throughout the country. Unfortunately, the targets of the protesters were the innocent victims of the draft - our men in uniform. There is some good news too. Because of wartime spending, the economy is on the rise and jobs are plentiful. The only drawback is to obtain one of these good jobs, your military obligation had to be...

My stomach was rumbling telling me it was lunch time. But first there was a matter of business I had to attend to. With my topcoat draped over my arm, I entered the offices of John Lewis Investments and caught the secretary as she was about to leave for lunch herself. "Can I help you?" she asked. "I'm Harry McGrath," I told her using one of my aliases. "I have an appointment with Mr. Lewis." Anxious to leave, she quickly checked the schedule. "I don't know if he'll see you. You're a little late." I smiled. "Sorry, I had some traffic issues." She pressed the button on the intercom. "Mr. Lewis,...