Excerpt

At 5 a.m. on Sunday morning, 1 September 1939, I was opening up my cousin Bert’s Magnolia service station on Locust Street in Denton. I turned on the radio for some music, only to hear “We are interrupting our scheduled program to bring you the latest news bulletins. Hitler’s Panzer divisions have crossed the Polish frontiers, and in response to their treaty obligations to Poland, Great Britain and France are expected momentarily to declare war on Germany. . . .”