A mid-20th Century novel about romance, love, deception, honor, and World War II. — H.D. Ingles Copyright © 2021 Prologue This story is fiction but, if you didn’t know, there really is a Huntington, West Virginia. And, to the best of my knowledge, there is still a Keith Albee Theatre in Huntington. …

A story about honor, adventure, romance, and the Old West. — H.D. Ingles Copyright © 2021 Prologue This is a story of fiction. With the exception of well-known names and locations, the characters, places, and events are all figments of the author’s imagination. * * * * * Contents Chapter 1: The Colonel Follows Contents Chapter 2: The Colonel and the Sergeant https://medium.com/illumination-book-chapters/the-colonel-chapter-2-4abb9b628452

If you believe this one, you will believe anything. — One day, a giant strolled into town. And I don’t mean a run-of-the-mill 40- or 50-foot giant. I mean a really big guy. I mean he stepped on houses. Anyway, as would be expected, the folks in town were scared. Actually, they were terrified. Well, the giant looked down and…

Oh, you mean that document that our legislators have taken an oath to protect and defend? — You know, one would think that a United States Senator would know a little about the Constitution and law and such. Maybe Senator Schumer should learn to read. Landmark Supreme Court Case On February 24, 1803, the Supreme Court, led by Chief Justice John Marshall, decided the Landmark case of…

A bit of wit and sage advice. — A Child’s Anticipation I heard this from my father many times, on various occasions. “Daddy, how long until Christmas?” “Son, do you know what the monkey said when he cut his tail off?” “No, Daddy, what?” “It won’t be long now.” Advice to a Teenage Son

I am not talking about Henry VIII. — The truth is, the title is a bit misleading. It really wasn’t a career; I only had two students. The Big Buildup I was in the U.S. Air Force for four years. For three of those years, I was an electronics instructor. I was released from the USAF in August of 1962. I…

Don’t ask how I was trapped because I don’t remember. — For starters, I was sixteen and, to tell the truth, I didn’t think much about little ones one way or the other. Now, the above picture of delightful little children in a delightful setting ain’t exactly what I was up against. It’s like this. I had a class of about…