Today I got a letter from a man who read my latest novel. He said, “I must tell you how much I enjoyed and related to your wonderful story.” His father owned a garage in 1944 and collected used tires to ‘fight the Japs.’ He himself was a crew chief in the Army and worked on winged aircraft. He said my portrait of WWII and that time is incredible given the fact I wasn’t even alive then, that he cried his way through touching moments in the story. I am beyond humbled, because I was a mediocre history student at best. Talk about a miracle!