I have never been one for history. It was the past. But history was dropped in my lap the day two dusty, dirty boxes were discovered in the old farmhouse where my mother was born. As I opened the lids, I was immediately thrown back in time. I was now in the 1940's and caught in the realms of WWII. From the air over the Pacific to the cold harsh winter of the Ardennes in Europe, this is a daughter's story as told to her by her fathers.