A child’s view of war: the puckered hole in father’s back with its story of bridges defended, people protected, snipers’ bullets, and survival.

Today a different view: a son building bridges, clearing landmines, educating children, joining other Peacekeepers to maintain the legacy of the fathers with puckered holes.

We remember.

Retired from other professions, Eileen writes poetry and micro fiction hopes also to one day complete a book of mini-memoirs.