They Covered the War–and More

During the process of researching and writing my upcoming book Dillon’s War, I repeatedly found myself encountering quotations from or references to various war correspondents. Many of those people reported the events of the war from the front lines or very near those scenes of combat. Some of them were wounded or killed as a result of such close-in reporting. I’d like in this post to highlight a few of them. Some of them you might have heard of; others might be unknown to you–until now.

I’ll start with Don Whitehead because I grew up reading a column he wrote for the Knoxville News-Sentinel, my hometown paper. Don was born in Inman, Virginia, only about 40 miles from the Tennessee state line.

During World War II, Whitehead was a war correspondent for the Associated Press, first covering the 8th Army in Egypt and the U. S. Army in Algeria. He later covered so many Allied invasion campaigns that he was known among his fellow correspondents as “Beachhead Don.” Those campaigns included the invasions of Sicily and of Italy at Salerno and Anzio, the D-day invasion of Normandy, the breakout from the bocage in Operation COBRA, the pursuit of the German army across Northern France, the liberation of Paris, the crossing of the Rhine with the First Army, and the meeting of U. S. and Russian troops at the Elbe River.

Whitehead wrote six books, including The FBI Story, which I read as a kid. He also wrote his column titled Don Whitehead Reports covering a wide variety of random subjects. I especially recall his column “On Where Time Goes” and a tongue-in-cheek selection about “Most Doctors and His Recommendations.” He was the winner of two Pulitzer Prizes and the Medal of Freedom.

Another war correspondent with whom I became familiar as a kid was Richard Tregaskis, who reported for the International News Service. (He is on the left in the photo with Marine General Vandegrift.) My introduction to Tregaskis was through the most famous of his more than a dozen books, Guadalcanal Diary. In it, he reported on the combat of the U. S. Marines during the first seven weeks of the six-month Battle of Guadalcanal. So well written is that book that the U.S. military still lists it as essential reading for its officer candidates.

Tregaskis later covered the war in Europe, including the invasions of Sicily and Italy. From those experiences, he wrote Invasion Diary. He lived right with the soldiers who were doing the fighting. So close was he to the action that he was wounded by a German mortar round while with U. S. paratroopers and Rangers near Cassino and was hospitalized for five months. Among his other books was John F. Kennedy and PT-109 for the Random House Landmark Books series, which I also read as a kid.

Also writing for the Landmark Books series was Quentin Reynolds, who covered the war for Collier’s Weekly. Reynolds was a product of the Bronx. In fact, he played one season as a lineman for the NFL’s Brooklyn Lions. Reynolds was a prolific author, writing more than 30 books, many of them for the Landmark series.

Perhaps the correspondent best remembered today is Ernie Pyle, who covered the war for the Scripps-Howard newspapers. He wrote in a simple, down-home style about the ordinary soldier, naming many of those of whom he wrote and giving their home towns. He wrote of the soldiers in not only Italy and France but also the Pacific theater. He was killed by a Japanese sniper while covering the Battle of Okinawa on the island of Ie Shema.

Pyle’s columns were collected and published in four books: Ernie Pyle in England (1941), Here Is Your War (1943), Brave Men (1944), and Last Chapter (1949). I had read two of those as a kid as well. Pyle won the Pulitzer for his writings.

Several correspondents gained fame not so much for their published writing as for their radio reporting. Perhaps foremost in that category was Edward R. Murrow, who broadcasted from London for CBS during the Blitz. (You can hear him broadcasting during an air raid here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7e3G2WUhD4&t=14s.)

Born in Polecat Creek near Greensboro, N.C., Murrow became the originator of the “European News Roundup” from London. He covered the 1938 Anschluss, or Germany’s annexation of Austria. He compiled his reports of Adolf Hitler’s rise to power in a book titled Berlin Diary (1941). His radio broadcast was called London After Dark, during some episodes of which one could hear the air-raid sirens blaring in the background even as he broadcasted the news. He was the first reporter to broadcast about the atrocities at Buchenwald. After the war, he became director of the U.S. Information Agency, the forerunner of the Voice of America.

Another broadcaster who gained fame during the war, thereby laying the groundwork for their post-war fame, was Walter Cronkite, who reported for the United Press. He had begun as a radio announcer on WKY of Oklahoma City, using the on-air pseudonym “Walter Wilcox.” During the war, he covered the fighting in North Africa and Europe, including the Battle of Britain. He flew on bombing missions in a B-17 Flying Fortress and once even fired a machinegun at an attacking German plane. He also landed in a glider as part of the ill-fated Operation MARKET GARDEN.

After the war, Cronkite covered the Nuremberg Trials. But his voice became a mainstay of American broadcast journalism when he was the anchor of CBS Evening News. I also identify his voice as one of the narrators of the You Are There historical educational episodes.

The rose among thorns of war correspondents was without question Dorothy Thompson. Called the “First Lady of American Journalism,” she was the first American journalist expelled from Nazi Germany (1934) after she interviewed Adolf Hitler and angered him with her transparent portrayal of him and his rising Nazi regime. Her expulsion papers were delivered to her by a Gestapo agent. She later wrote a book titled I Saw Hitler.

Thompson became a foreign correspondent in 1920 for the International News Service. She also wrote for the Philadelphia Public Ledger and the New York Evening Post. She was the first woman to head a foreign news bureau. A prolific writer, she wrote a three-times-a-week column titled On the Record for the New York Herald Tribune that was syndicated in more than 170 other papers. She also wrote a monthly column for the Ladies Home Journal. In addition, she had a radio broadcast on NBC. (You can hear her voice here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsz8DzcmhMs.) Amid all her activities, she found time to write 21 books.

These were just a few of the most famous of the scores of American war correspondents during World War II. Without their reporting and writing, our knowledge of the war, its events, and the people involved in them would be sorely lacking. It would be well worth the effort to find and read much of their writings.

Book Update and Some Recommendations

Some of you who have read my blog for some time might be wondering (and several people have been asking) whatever happened to my “soon-to-be-published” book Dillon’s War. You aren’t alone–I’ve been wondering the same thing!

Once a manuscript is out of an author’s hands, after it’s been through the editing process, the author has proofed it, and it returns to the publisher for the rest of the production process, there’s little, if anything, he or she can do to hasten its release. Worrying doesn’t help. Badgering the publisher doesn’t help either. In fact, it might even prove to be counterproductive.

That’s where Dillon’s War is lodged right now. Meanwhile, without a cover design or a definite release date, I’m unable to prepare release announcements for the various media, schedule speaking engagements, etc.

That’s been my predicament ever since Dillon’s War successfully navigated the editorial process and entered the cover design and layout stages of production. It has been completely out of my hands, dependent on the actions–or inactions–of others. I began to despair that it would ever be published.

However, last week I ventured to query my editor about the situation. Although she, too, was powerless to do anything to hasten the process, she did reveal that she had seen my book on the release schedule for July. If that is true and it is, indeed, released sometime in July, it will fit perfectly within the timeframe of the eightieth anniversaries of two big events featured in the book: the June 6 D-day invasion of France and the July 25-26 breakout by American troops from the bocage, the hedgerows of Normandy.

One can only hope and pray. Stay turned for a specific release date. Meanwhile, I’d like to recommend to you two other authors, both of whom write about their relatives’ involvements in World War II.

While researching and writing both Dillon’s War and Bagosy’s War (the former traces my uncle’s ground-bound journey through Europe with the 3rd Armored Division, and the latter will trace my wife’s uncle’s journey over Europe as a B-17 tail gunner with the 384th Bomb Group), I stumbled across an interesting blog. Authored by “GP” and titled Pacific Paratrooper, the blog is designed to honor his father, Everette A. “Smitty” Smith, who served in a Headquarters Company, 11th Airborne Division, in the Pacific theater of World War II. The primary focus of the blog, however, is about the unit, not the man, because that’s where Smitty put the emphasis whenever he recounted his activities in the war.

Pacific Paratrooper also reviews various books about people and events in the Pacific theater, especially those involving the 11th Airborne Division. At the end of each post are two important features. “Military Humor” features one or more military-related cartoons, revealing the lighter side of the serious business of waging war. “Farewell Salutes” pays tribute to the memory of veterans who have passed since the previous post was published.

The address for Pacific Paratrooper is https://pacificparatrooper.wordpress.com. Check it out.

Another author who writes about her relatives who served during World War II is Joy Neal Kidney. Her relatives served in both the Navy and the Army Air Force and in both theaters of the war. Her first book was Leora’s Letters: The Story of Love and Loss for an Iowa Family during World War II. It tells how five brothers served, but only two came home.

Her most recent work, What Leora Never Knew, recounts her journey to research what happened to those three relatives lost during the war. Both are excellent works. You ought to check them, too.

Meanwhile, while we’re waiting not so patiently for the release of Dillon’s War, if you’re interested in learning more about my uncle’s unit, the 3rd Armored Division, here are some good books that I discovered during my research:

  • After D-day: Operation COBRA and the Normandy Breakout by James Jay Carafano
  • The Panzer Killers by Daniel P. Bolger
  • Victory at Mortain: Stopping Hitler’s Panzer Counteroffensive by Mark J. Reardon
  • Battle for the Ruhr by Derek S. Zumbro
  • Spearhead by Adam Makos

If your interests are more “up in the air,” here are a few about the 8th Air Force and the air war in Europe:

  • Masters of the Air by Donald L. Miller
  • The Bomber Boys by Travis L. Ayres
  • Coffin Corner Boys: One Bomber, Ten Men, and Their Harrowing Escape from Nazi-Occupied France by Carole Engle Avreitt

Did you have relatives who served during World War II? Why not trace their involvement? You might discover some interesting facts that you’ll want to share with your family members and others. GP, Joy Neal Kidney, and I did!

Knowledge Can Kill!

I recently wrote about the panelists on the 1950s-1960s-era TV program What’s My Line? All of them were famous. One was an actress; another was a publisher. The third was a reporter and columnist known primarily for writing about the business and gossip of the social scene, especially the world of entertainment. (The fourth seat on the panel involved a rotating retinue of other famous people, notably renowned comedians.)

But it was the third panelist, Dorothy Kilgallen, who arrested and retained my interest because of the mystery surrounding her death.

More than a gossip columnist, Kilgallen was a tenacious investigative reporter who, once she caught the scent of a good story, simply refused to be distracted or lose the track until she had the whole story and had “treed” her prey.

The New York Post called her “the most powerful female voice in America.” She had a lot of contacts, both savory and unsavory. Fellow What’s My Line? panelist Bennett Cerf said, “A lot of people knew Dorothy as a very tough game player; others knew her as a tough newspaper woman. When she went after a story, nothing could get in her way.”

But arguably that tenacity eventually led to her death. Authorities in the New York City Medical Examiner’s office, after a cursory and slipshod investigation, ruled her death the result of an overdose of alcohol and barbiturates. The New York Police Department accepted that pronouncement without further investigation, never dusted the scene for fingerprints, and never interviewed potentially key witnesses. The whole matter was swept aside, leaving many questions unanswered to this day.

Mark Shaw, however, dared to ask the tough questions and to interview the people who could provide the answers. He documented his findings in a book titled The Reporter Who Knew Too Much: The Mysterious Death of What’s My Line? TV Star and Media Icon Dorothy Kilgallen (Franklin, Tenn.: Post Hill Press, 2016). He also presented his findings, including videos of excerpts from some of his interviews with witnesses, on a webpage at http://thereporterwhoknewtoomuch.com.

In those two media formats, Shaw concluded that, based on the available evidence, there are three possibilities of how Kilgallen died: (1) accidental overdose, (2) suicide, or (3) murder. After showing the unliklihood of the first two options, he followed the trail of the third.

Then, in true Agatha Christie style, he paraded the lineup of possible murder suspects and their possible accomplices. He introduced each of them and explained their motives and means of killing her. And he produced quite a long list of suspects: Richard, her alcoholic and jealous husband; a lover (of which she had a few); the FBI; the CIA; the Russian government; the Communist Cubans; and the Mafia.

Kilgallen’s gossip column and investigative journalism could make or break one’s career. She had made many enemies.

But the question underlying all this detective work is the question of WHY she was killed. Shaw concluded that it all went back to the assassination of President John Kennedy and subsequent events. After conducting her initial investigations, Kilgallen concluded that there had been a conspiracy. Contrary to what the Dallas Police Department, the Warren Commission, and FBI director J. Edgar Hoover said, she was convinced that Lee Harvey Oswald was not the “lone gunman.”

Days after Oswald’s arrest, when Oswald was gunned down in the basement of the Dallas Police Department by stripclub owner Jack Ruby, Kilgallen intensified her investigations, delving into Ruby’s background and finding among all the principals in the events numerous connections to the Mafia. As she drew near the end of her detective work, she became even more convinced of a conspiracy, and she confided to a few friends that her revelations would blow the lid off it all. “Justice is a big rug,” she said. “When you pull it out from under one man, a lot of others fall too.”

Somebody got nervous. Before she could publish her findings, she died, “circumstances unknown,” the ME’s report stated. Her voluminous files about the conspiracy have never been found.

Shaw seemed to believe that she had been murdered. Unfortunately, he never revealed conclusively who her murderer was or who his accomplices, if any, might have been. The reader comes from his book, however, convinced that it was indeed murder and that it was mob related.

After reading about a suspect, I was convinced that it was him. But then Shaw presented another, and I found myself thinking, Maybe it was HIM! Then came another and another. Each time, I was forced to change my mind. (That’s exactly how I’ve found myself thinking whenever I’ve watched one of the Agatha Christie’s Poirot or Miss Marple mystery movies.)

Check out Shaw’s website for yourself. Read his book. And then reach your own conclusions.

This one thing we know, however–one day, the truth will out!

Family History Reveals Conditions of Great Depression

Reading someone else’s family history, especially when you are not remotely acquainted with that family and its various members, can be daunting. Downright confusing, in fact.

So it was with not a little trepidation that I agreed to read and review a pre-publication copy of Joy Neal Kidney’s latest book Leora’s Dexter Stories: The Scarcity Years of the Great Depression.

I was, however, pleasantly surprised by my experience. For the first several chapters, I was, indeed, a little confused as I tried to remember the various members of the large family that Kidney describes in the book. But I was soon able to see the larger picture as all the pieces began to come together and I became acquainted with each member she mentioned.

The Wilson family comprised the parents, Clabe and Leora Wilson, and their seven children, all but one of whose names began with the letter D (which added to my initial confusion!). From youngest to oldest, they were Junior, Danny, Darlene and Dale (twins), Doris, Donald, and Delbert. The book includes numerous photos of the family members help one quickly become familiar with them. Initial confusion quickly turns to insatiable curiosity about what happens to each of them, and I found myself not wanting to stop reading.

The names, faces, places, situations, and events of other families during the Depression might have been different, but the conditions of the time would have been similar for millions of average families across the nation during the trying years of the Great Depression. The scarcity of money, the constant struggle to feed the family, sickness and death, obstacles to advancement, numerous and varied jobs to make ends meet, and each family member’s mutual efforts to keep the family together are constant themes throughout the book. Yet, in spite of the hardships of the times, people still had fun, and the Wilson family was no exception. They played ball. They fixed up old cars. They celebrated Christmas and other holidays, albeit in limited ways. They sledded, exulting in their new sled. They went to school and learned. They lived, loved, and learned.

Kidney’s book, with short chapters, is fast paced. The narrative is filled with examples of folkways, customs, and ways of doing things that vividly reveal the time period. That lifestyle will be readily recognized by the older readers and will provide valuable insights of the earlier generation for younger readers.

Leora’s Dexter Stories is Kidney’s second book, her first being Leora’s Letters: The Story of Love and Loss for an Iowa Family during World War II. In the earlier work, she tells the tragic story of how the Wilson family had five sons who served overseas during the war. Only two of the brothers returned.

Kidney describes herself on her Amazon author page as “the keeper of family stories, letters, pictures, research, combat records, casualty reports, and terrible telegrams.” She is “active on several history and military Facebook pages,” has written “two genealogies, as well as dozens of essays in newspapers and magazines,” and is a popular guest on the Our American Stories radio broadcast. The Iowa Women’s Archives of the University of Iowa include a collection of her essays.

If you’re interested in the events of the Depression and World War II and how those greater narratives affected everyday life for everyday people, these Kidney’s books are for you. With so many eyewitnesses of these two historic periods, it’s critical that such accounts be preserved and passed on to subsequent generations. Both books will be available on Amazon.

Jack or Master?

No doubt, you’ve heard the adage “a jack of all trades, a master of none,” referring to someone who can do a lot of different things but no single thing well. Benjamin Franklin reputedly corrected that misquotation of the adage, saying that it originally was “a jack of all trades, a master of one.”

I just finished reading a delightful little book that addresses, explains, and illustrates just what that corrected version of the saying means. The book is Master of One by Jordan Raynor. I wish that that book had been available to me when I was a young college student, repeatedly changing my major as I tried to figure out who I was and what God wanted me to do and who He wanted me to be. (Looking back, however, I realize that all that shifting and turning was actually a preparation for what I eventually latched onto, and that’s another point of Raynor’s book.)

I had read an earlier work by Raynor, Called to Create, a book written primarily for writers, artists, musicians, and other creative types. I enjoyed that book, so when I learned that he had written another book, I preordered it and, when it arrived, devoured it in a couple of reading sessions.

In the book, he debunks the myth of multitasking, showing that although one might be able to have many irons in the fire, one cannot do all of them well, or with excellence. Rather, one must focus on one, becoming a master at it. He buttresses his argument with examples from real life: the lives of such exemplars as Tony Dungy, Hall of Fame NFL coach; Antoni Gaudi, architect of Barcelona’s cathedral la Sagrada Familia; C.S. Lewis, famed Christian author and teacher; Fred Rogers, beloved children’s TV pioneer; Sherron Watkins, the woman who blew the whistle on Enron; and numerous biblical characters, including Jesus Christ Himself.

The whole thrust of Raynor’s new book, however, is that every person has one or more gifts that will bring him personal and professional satisfaction once it is discovered and applied in the right job and if one uses it not for self but for God’s glory and the benefit of others. To do that, however, one must first become a master at that job, doing one’s best and producing excellence in it.

To produce excellence as a master requires not only passion but also focus, commitment, and hard work. Success is not putting self and one’s dreams and goals first. And success is the by-product, not the goal, of serving other people first. After all, in the long run, it is doing our best at what we do to help others that brings glory to God. And a result of that is our own happiness and fulfillment.

I don’t agree with everything Raynor says in his book, but I would recommend it to every young person, especially college-age people who are just setting out to find their right career path. I only wish I could have read it when I was their age. It would have saved me a lot of trouble.

The Fourth Quarter: A Review

Mathis, Jim. The Fourth Quarter (Overland Park, Kan.: Mathis Books, 2018). Paper, 102 pages. Available https://jim-mathis-writerjimmathisphotonet913-269-6709.square.site/

On any project in which we’re engaged, whether constructing a house or writing a book or pursuing a degree, it’s often good to pause to inspect our work and ensure that we’re on the right track. If we find that we’re off track, we still have time to get back on the right track and resume the work. It’s better that than to finish the job only to learn that we’ve done it all wrong but find it’s too late to do anything to correct it. This exercise is especially critical to successfully completing one’s life journey.

Jim Mathis ably addresses this topic in his book The Fourth Quarter. At a mere 102 pages, his book is a quick and easy read (I read it in one sitting), but does it ever pack a lot into a small space! It certainly gives readers a lot of food for thought.

Mathis, a photographer-musician-author, uses the analogy of a football game in focusing our attention on the preparations we are making for retirement. Just as a football game is divided into quarters, we can also envision our journey through life like that.

In the first quarter of life, we’re “navigating . . . through childhood and obtaining an education,” and it takes us from birth through about the first two decades of our life, perhaps a little longer for some of us. It’s all about preparation.

The second quarter is a time when we (hopefully) “become very good at something,” when we settle down into a career. Near the end of this period, during what might be called “halftime,” many people become discouraged or disillusioned and experience what many people call a “mid-life” or “quarter-life crisis.” The second quarter is about direction or purpose. For some people, it might extend into the third quarter and involve a career change, a total redirection of their lives.

Mathis summarizes this period with this poignant statement: “Many [people] discover that they have spent their life working at a job they don’t like to buy things they don’t need to impress people they don’t even like.”

Then comes the fourth quarter. We find ourselves rapidly approaching retirement and, eventually death. And we must ask ourselves if we are ready for them. Mathis points out that “in the fourth quarter of the game, we can’t see the clock,” that is, we don’t know how much more time we have left. And we must decide whether we just give up and head for the showers or keep playing until the last second.

This book is not a book of financial advice or funeral pre-planning, but it does make one think about those things. We certainly should include them in any assessments we make of our lives. Will we be ready, not only financially but also psychologically, for retirement? Will we conduct our retirement with a definite purpose? Mathis warns, “Without a purpose . . . we quickly wither and die.”

We’ll all eventually die, of course, and that raises an even more critical question: Are we ready to die? And are we ready to enter eternity and what that entails?

Mathis’s book will do one thing for sure. It will make you think. It’s his clear, though instated, desire that it also make you act. Evaluate and prepare!

Disclosure of Material: I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher through the BookCrash.com book review program. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s CFR Title 16, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

A New Appreciation

Often, we cannot truly appreciate someone or what they have experienced or done until we’ve walked the proverbial mile in their shoes. In the case of people who lived long ago, however, that’s often impossible, so we have to experience vicariously what they experienced. We can only read well-written accounts of what they did, but good writing nonetheless can help us develop a deep appreciation for their experiences.

That certainly was true for me in the appreciation I’ve gained for two World War II veterans. First, it was the appreciation for my uncle’s war experiences when I followed his tank tracks during World War II. As I’ve written before in this blog, he was a tank driver for forward observers of the 391st Armored Field Artillery Battalion, 3rd Armored Division, the tip of the spear thrusting deep into Hitler’s Germany. The books Death Traps by Belton Y. Cooper and Spearhead by Adam Makos only deepened my appreciation for what Uncle Dillon went through.

I have been gaining a similar appreciation for the “bomber boys” of the USAAF 8th Air Force following my visit to the Mighty 8th Air Force Museum in Pooler, Georgia, where I purchased Masters of the Air by Donald L. Miller. He recounts in vivid detail what those boys (they were all so young!) experienced in playing their role in defeating Hitler’s Nazi military-industrial machine.

The pilots, copilots, navigators, bombardiers, and gunners in the B-17 Flying Fortresses and B-24 Liberators of the 8th Air Force faced unimaginable conditions even on the best of days. Freezing temperatures, unpressurized fuselages, tight quarters, and poor atmospheric circumstances that led to mid-air collisions of bomb-laden aircraft flying in extremely tight formations were part of every flight.

Then added to those conditions, when their fighter escorts had to turn back, were the vicious air attacks by the Messerschmitt Bf 109s and Focke-Wulfe 190s and the flak from below. Flak was an especially feared enemy during the bomb runs, when evasive action was impossible while the bombardier kept the plane on a straight and steady course to the target. Then there were the renewed fighter attacks during the bombers’ attempt to return to their bases in England.

Finally, if they made it that far, were the harrowing landings in often badly damaged and barely airworthy wrecks. Many of them made it that far only to crash short of their base, in the English Channel or in the English countryside or on the runways. But it was not over even then because if they survived to return safely, they lived and relived, over and over again, the scenes they had witnessed over the enemy’s airspace. Seeing their comrades’ planes plummeting to earth in flames, seeing men bail out of planes without parachutes, seeing their own fellow crewmen dismembered by enemy machine gun or cannon fire or flak and bleeding to death, unable to help them.

Perhaps the most gut-wrenching account in the book is one that Stars and Stripes correspondent Andy Rooney recounted. The belly turret of one Fortress was badly damaged by gunfire. The gunner was trapped inside. The crew worked feverishly but unsuccessfully to extract him. But I’ll let Miller and Rooney describe the rest:

“Just before landing, the Fortress’s hydraulic system, which was riddled with shell holes, malfunctioned, making it impossible for the pilot to put down the wheels. . . . The pilot would have to make a belly landing. ‘There were eight minutes of gut-wrenching talk among the tower, the pilot, and the man trapped in the ball turret. He knew what comes down first when there are no wheels. We all watched in horror as it happened. We watched as this man’s life ended, mashed between the concrete pavement of the runway and the belly of the bomber.'”

Such brave, young men having to make such life-altering decisions!

The personal connection that increased my appreciation for those young fighters in the air was my wife’s uncle, Sgt. Paul Bagosy, who was a tail gunner in one of those B-17s, a member of the 546th Bombardment Squadron, 384th Bomb Group. (He’s kneeling on the far right, front row, of the accompanying crew photo.) Because enemy fighter pilots liked to attack the bombers from behind, the tail gunner was in a vulnerable position. Many of them, including the one who manned the tail gun in the B-17 shown in the accompanying photo, didn’t make it back. Unlike many of his fellow airmen, however, Paul lived to complete the required 25 missions and returned home.

As writers, we must hone our skills so that we can help readers experience, even if it is vicariously, what our characters, whether real or fictional, are experiencing. Cooper, Makos, and Miller (with help from Andy Rooney) certainly did that for me. Having a personal connection to the things of which we write helps, but we must nonetheless work to pass that connection along to our readers, helping them see what we see, feel what we feel, and make that connection their own. Our work is certainly cut out for us!

What things, people, or events have made that connection for you? How has it affected your writing?

Travane: A Review

I foresaw trouble as soon as I flipped through the pages of this newly arrived book I had received to review. It was Travane by M.D. Schlatter (Dot’s House, 2011).

Beyond the fact that it was a work of fiction, which I seldom read (but have been trying to open myself to more often), it had a glossary–in the front of the book. Any work of fiction that requires a glossary means trouble for me.

But the words in this glossary read like a foreign language dictionary. It contained exotic-sounding names of characters and places. Names like Oneve and Vogah and BerRa and Menove. It defined odd titles such as CherRene and Hersere and Resorvan and RioArd and Vescavo.

To further confirm that I had entered upon a quest into new genre territory, as I read I encountered characters who periodically exhibited auras of various hues and colors, each of which conveyed different meanings. I was disconcerted to find myself in the middle of Fantasyland.

As strange as all of this was to my reading palate, I pressed on. And I discovered a compelling story filled with plot twists and turns that kept me reading to discover what would happen to CherRene Rayna. The plot included enough thinly veiled biblical allusions to show that the story of conflict between good and evil that it had a lesson to be learned. The fantasy portions repeatedly forced me to suspend my disbelief and my ever-present demand for “just the facts, Ma’am” often enough that I could never forget that I was reading a work of fiction. (This is still hard for me, a die-hard nonfiction reader.)

This book is a stark contrast to M.D/ Schlatter’s previous work, Autumn Frost, which is set in modern times and without the changing colors of various auras that fills the current work. I could never quite figure out the time frame for when Travane was taking place other than that it was a time when horses still provided the main means of transportation.

If you are “into” fantasy fiction, this book might work for you. If you, like I, prefer more conventional fiction, you might want to stick with Schlatter’s earlier work. Or perhaps wait for her upcoming title, Winter Tumult, which, like the first in that series, is also set in more conventional modern times.

Autumn Frost: A Review

Recently, I did something I seldom do but that I have determined to do more often: I read a novel. I’m glad I did.

The novel, Autumn Frost by M.D. Schlatter, is part of her in-progress series. (The next installment is Winter Tumult. Who knows? I might read that book, too; perhaps the entire series. For me to read any fiction is an accomplishment; an entire series would be amazing.)

Modern society is characterized by incivility, a conscious informality in dress, speech, conduct , and relationships. In a bygone era, civilization meant civility in all aspects of life. I often wish for a return to days of civil order, good manners, and consideration for others. Schlatter creates a microcosm of such a society in Autumn Frost.

A troubled young lady living with her demanding and overprotective widowed father runs from home and accepts a job that tosses her into a household where social order, civility, and grace are guiding principles. The novel traces her growth and development to full adulthood and appreciation for order and spiritual fulfillment. The plot contains surprising twists and turns and forces the reader to suspend disbelief (“This could never really happen today!”).

I enjoyed the story. I think you will, too.