I am who I am, at least in part, because of those who have gone before me. Thus I find myelf making a journey that my uncle and many others like him, made about seventy years ago. I am flying across the Atlantic. He went in a troop ship. Like him, I'll travel by train and then cross the Channel on water. There will be no guns awaiting me.
Uncle Hugh Allen didn't come back. It's late, but that's why I'm going.
It's STTA
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