Bernard N. Lee Jr.

I remember walking along the railroad tracks near Grandma Mitchell's farm in Big Island, Virginia when I was five years old and wishing I could fol­low them to far-away places. No one who has ever lived near railroad tracks ever forgets that feeling. Now, as I look back in time, that feeling is still there; so are the memories of all the places I traveled as a military kid with my dad. Of all those memories, none is more vivid than the three years...