Romance

<p>Believe Nothing You Hear, and Only Half of What You See — A memoir of Service, Shame and the Search for&nbsp;Truth Return to Notre Dame I flew back to Notre Dame on Saturday, August 25, 1979, ready to start my junior year at Notre Dame. I used to love flying into Saint Joseph County Airport [SBN] and&hellip;</p>

<p>Believe Nothing You Hear, and Only Half of What You See — A memoir of Service, Shame and the Search for Truth Christmas Break at Fort Leavenworth As soon as I finished my last final examination at Notre Dame, which was on the absolute last day of finals on December 22nd, I ran back to&hellip;</p>

<p>Believe Nothing You Hear, and Only Half of What You See — A memoir of Service, Shame and the Search for Truth My Young Father Sent to Bordentown Military Institute My father was the youngest of four children. His three sisters — Lucille, Theresa, and Rosemarie — absolutely adored their little brother throughout their lives.&hellip;</p>