Growing Bolder Community

There's a new dog at my house. A baby, really, all of three months old. I'd forgotten, after thirteen years, about how I thought that doing "the puppy thing" ever again would kill me. Lucky is a hoot, though. Impossible to wear out, with his moments of charm, stretches of comic entertainment, and bursts of sheer joyful destruction. And as Paul Harvey would say, here's "the rest of the...

i left off the previous blog with me arriving at Camp Shanks, NY.. Shorly after that, our division was loaded on the good ship General J.R. Brooks. After 14 days in a convoy and joining many sea sick buddies in rough north Atlantic seas, we landed in Marseille, France. Over the side of the ship, down a rope net, with full gear on our back and into a landing craft. Scared, you bet. Once on...