Dougrnby Bruce GuernseyrnWhen my father came liome from the warrntwo years after I was bornrnI couldn't match his voice with his picturernand cried each time he came near.rnLearning to talk, I called him, "Doug,"rnthe way my mother did,rnthis strange man who tried so hard to hold . . .

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