My father and all my uncles on both sides served in the military in World War II and Korea.

The Iraq war fueled distrust of the press from both sides.

Writing a novel about World War II and the French Resistance was a challenge both sobering and thrilling.

Just when you think this war has taken everything you loved, you meet someone and realize that somehow you still have more to give.

A not-too-distant explosion shakes the house, the windows rattle in their sockets, and in the next room the class of 1964 wakes up and lets out a yell or two. Each time this happens I find myself thinking, "Is it possible that human beings can continue with this lunacy very much longer?" You know the answer, of course.

Registration is a World War II response, and we need a 1980 solution.