Excerpts from books by Frank S. Johnson.

…Thinking at first to have been upstaged by the intense thunderstorm because of her son’s silence, Michael’s mother quickly grasped the revelation. She felt relieved, a warm glow inside, now seeing Henry and her son in a different light. They were independent as they should be at nearly fifteen. Although missing the boys, she was pleased now to witness the emergence of the young man in them both.
“Mom, isn’t it great!” Michael yelled back in an excited if delayed answer. The sudden storm’s rage had served up more entertainment than he could have hoped for, on this now cooler and less than typical summer’s day.   Good Fortunes Sweet Journeys

…At that moment, as Cindy listened to the physician’s words praising her father and Cal, she made herself a promise. Forever more, she would listen to any war stories her father felt like telling. He could recite them again and again. It didn’t matter, even if it was the one she hated most, the one about a beach in a horrible place called Normandy.  The Sand Mountain Armadillo War