From the foreword: "After working on this book and the book on my Grandfather and his journey in World War II, I realize that in the end, oneÕs existence is just a simple chance. It is a conglomeration of choices going back years, decades, centuries, millennia. Without the randomness and chaotic energy of chance and the whole free will apparatus, one realizes that a choice of a Donnie White as fiancŽ, or the random chaos of a bullet hitting my Grandfather at Normandy could have changed the tale whether willed or random and thus imparts the truth that the possibility of anyoneÕs existenceÑthis ability to interact here and perceive, is all chance and oh so slim." This book is dedicated to Hilda and all the women who kept the homefront running.