When you entered his classroom, Rod Durham would look up with his knowing eyes from behind the glasses perched at the edge of his nose. His face creased with the grin or playful smirk that quickly followed.
A four-mile stretch of 82nd Airborne soldiers, Sherman tanks and self-propelled howitzers paraded from Washington Square and up Fifth Avenue. Shreds of ticker tape cartwheeled from the windows of nearby buildings, celebratory flurries for those who recently returned from the war in Europe.
Teresa Fillmon came across a 3-year-old girl born without fingers or feet during a visit to a Ukrainian orphanage. When inquiring about the girl’s fate, a nurse replied that the she would end up at Torez.