Need to Know by Nicholas Reynolds
World War II has always been in my blood. It was the defining event of my parents' lives, and from early childhood I started to absorb their stories of the great cataclysm. My father was in London after D-day, enduring the V-1 "buzz bombs" and the V-2 "doodlebugs," German missiles that would strike the city hard and at random, each with almost a ton of high explosives. A junior member of the American Foreign Service, he was preparing to deploy to Germany on a joint US State Department-British Foreign Office team to capture the Third Reich's Foreign Office documents before they were destroyed. My mother was one thousand miles away in Hungary, enduring the siege of Budapest and the Soviet occupation that followed. What they wanted for their children after the war was a more peaceful existence, one without incoming German bombs or trigger-happy Red Army soldiers standing on every street corner. But what I wanted from childhood on was to understand what it was