Most of what I know about World War II in the Pacific comes from repeated viewings of VHS "Father Goose," and listening over and over to the 33 1/3 rpm Broadway original cast LP of "South Pacific" on the hi-fi as a kid. Oh, and that one time we took the boys to the Admiral Nimitz Museum in Fredericksburg, Texas. Of that I remember most the serene Japanese garden of peace with the beautiful raked sand.So now I am embarked upon the audiobook of Indianapolis at the same time I shuffle Dad's letters from Germany, 1945. The book doesn't have the same page-turning suspense as Erik Larson's Dead Wake, but I have not reached the court-martial part.
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| Omaha newspapers from the trunk |
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