I remember the face of the boy most clearly. I had seen him once before, an intelligent, inquisitive kid -- the sort of child you knew, or at least that I knew -- was going to change the world some day. Smart, too clever by half. I've looked a lot of great men in the eyes, both good and ill. I can see what they're made of from a glance. And the ( Read more... )

People make jokes about Japanese soldiers who never learned the war was over, but for Dannette Reilly, the phenomenon was far too real -- batterd and bruised on a distant island, surrounded by paranoid soldiers unsure of the state of the war, for years. Days dissolved into one another, weeks. There was no passage of time, save the few minutes at a ( Read more... )

Danette Reilly looks up into the night sky at the emerald comet blazing between buildings, and for a moment, she is breathless. "You never get used to that sight,” she says, her voice low, tinged with s touch of reverence. “The way he just fills up a sky, effervescent and magical. It’s really something, isn’t it boys ( Read more... )