By good fortune, I had a series of front-row seats to watch the United States go to war. After failing, at age 15, to fib my way into joining the Marines on the morning after Pearl Harbor, I became one…
Three weeks past my 15th birthday, I attended the New York Giants-Brooklyn Dodgers football game at the Polo Grounds with my friend Burt Boyar and 55,000 fans. At half-time, the stadium announcer read a long list of names — high-ranking…
Charles Wiley, a 95-year-old World War II veteran, with over 65 years experience as a foreign/military correspondent and lecturer, says: I’m against the United States being the policeman of the world. I’m against a policy of nation building. Unfortunately, our country followed…
Growing up in New York City, I started playing sand-lot baseball in Central Park at age 9. I collected hundreds of baseball cards — that my mom threw away (ouch!) while I was in the Navy, serving in the Pacific….