My Grandmother Influenced Me So Deeply.

In World War One, They Called It Shell Shock. Second Time Around, They Called It Battle Fatigue. After 'nam, It Was Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.

I'd Like You To Know That I Have Forgiven Him. Again And Again. Once Done, Course, Back Comes The Enemy To Persecute And Persecute, And I Must Ante Up To God And Forgive Yet Again.

Bottom Line, Wasn’t Life Itself A Special Occasion?

Well, I Think Some People Are Very Happy In Retirement. And In A Year And A Half I'm Going To See How Happy I Feel In Retirement. I'm Just Going To Not Work Quite So Hard, But I'll Continue To Write As Long As God Gives Me Breath.

Even The Roughest Character, Underneath All That Hurt, Is Someone Who Wants To Love And Be Loved.