C. Brian Kelly - Best Little Stories from World War II, 2E: More than 100 true stories

Many among us today have forgotten. Too many simply dont knowdont really understand.

IT MAY BE A CLICH to say so, but truly, World War II produced a million and one heroes. Beyond such figurative language, of course, it was a searing experience for millions upon millions of people, worldwide. It produced statistics on such gross and massive scale that they lose their humanity. They become mere numbers20,000,000 Russians killed; 6,000,000 Holocaust victims; 326,166 Americans among the millions of Allied and Axis military personnel killed. The horrific figures roll off the tongue, pass by the eye, all too easily. How often do we visualize the people, real people, they represent? Each of the dead, each of the living caught up in the global stormman, woman, or childhad his or her own place in this cataclysmic event we call World War II.

Many among us today have forgotten. Too many simply dont knowdont really understand.

Whether soldier or civilian, victor, villain, or victim, nobody who was there will ever forget it. For manylets be honest about it nowit was the most exciting, the most gratifying thing that happened in their entire lives. But for so many more others, the most tragic. For millions, it was the end of life itself. For millions of others, it brought a change in lifestyle, outlook, occupation or location never to be undone. In this country for one, life simply would not be as before. The farm boy had seen the world. The women had zeroed in on their equality. Racial segregation was on its way out, albeit not there yet. The mobile society had arrived. Technology had triumphed.

Good had conquered evilfor the time being.

But at what cost! Far more, worldwide, than the twenty million, more than the other six million, far more than those two figures added together, but instead a total, both soldier and civilian, by any measure unprecedented in world history, a number now calculated at fifty or sixty million, but even then totally inadequate as an expression of the toll in pure human misery.

Among the changes, though, the once-isolationist, Depression-stricken United States of America suddenly had become the ranking world power. A savior to the civilized world from modern barbarism too!

It is amazing to look back now, going on a century laterand to remember how different we were. Among military men, majors and colonels in their twenties! Teenagers flying fighter planes against fellow young people on the opposing side. Innocent civilians of all ages, all sides, both genders, under the gun, the bomb, the artillery barrage.

As a kid, lucky for me, but wide-eyed with wonder anyway, my closest brush with it all was looking out to sea from Palm Beach, Florida, and seeing the sudden, lightninglike blink of distant naval guns or torpedo hits just off the coast. Or finding the oil-covered debris on the beach a day or so later. In New England a year later, alternatively, it was collecting for the scrapmetal drives or gathering milkweed pods for the life jackets our sailors and merchantmen needed to survive even more torpedo hits somewhere out there in a still-teetering world.

Later, not quite at wars end, I began to peck out newspaper stories from the front on my mothers typewriter, recopying the news of the war.

One April afternoon, I went to the movies. I came out to unusually quiet, subdued streets. It was FDRdead. FDR, president since 1933because I was born after that, he was the only president I had ever known. Then, more happily, just weeks later, came V-E Day, followed in late summer by V-J Day!

Suddenly, it was all over. Life moved on. For the still-living, that is. Home folk and veterans picked up their pieces and went their many ways.

Butwhat a generation! Just consider: among the veterans, Dwight D. Eisenhower, John F. Kennedy, Richard M. Nixon, Gerald Ford, Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Busheach of whom became president of the United States. And so many others who contributed to society in myriad waysand more who led quiet, more mundane lives.

In time, I became a newspaper reporter. And later than that, editor of World War II and Military History magazines.

Vicariously speaking, the war wasnt behind me after all. In my magazine role, not too surprisingly, I kept running into amazing, moving, LITTLE stories from World War II. Odd things, terrible things, brave things that happened to people in the war, people great and small.

In 1989, rather than see these stories simply disappear, I thought: Why not gather them all together between two covers as a more lasting record, as a book? My mother, Claire Burke, my future wife (and collaborator on future books) Ingrid Smyer, and I took a chance on that dream. We self-published the first edition of Best Little Stories from World War II, a collection of 101 short narratives based upon a variety of sources.

Imagine our gratification as our little book, just over two hundred pages, kept sellingand selling! First thing we knew, we had gone through eight editions and sold more than thirty-five thousand copies!

All the time, though, I kept finding more and more stories I wanted to add to the original, many of them additional pieces I had written for the two magazines, often as Best Little Stories columnist (and editor emeritus) for Military History alone.

At this stage, I owe the Cowles History Group in Leesburg, Virginia, former publisher of World War II and Military History magazines, a vote of thanks for later allowing fresh publication between these covers of my additional stories that first appeared in one magazine or the other. Both the new stories and the old ones are part of this new, greatly expanded version of