In a storage closet in Hawaii, there is a oversized pink cloth suitcase, bulging with French postcards, torn envelopes postmarked 1944, letters that start “Somewhere in Germany,” a Nazi flag, a slab of petrified wood, and scores of cassettes and interview transcripts, the veterans of 4 U.S.wars, starting with my late father’s WWII division, the 95th.
This show is what is in the suitcase and how it got there. A memoir of many reunions, meeting many veterans, of many wars over 21 years.
Leaning into microphones, telling of their buddies, the lousy food, the ball-freezing winter, who made it and who didn’t, homecomings, clamming up, and the cost, oh the cost, the cost of it. All that’s included the price of admission and since this is free, there is no charge. Except your attention and a piece of your heart.
