My Grandfather Left Me Only An Envelope Until I Landed In London And A Driver Was Waiting With My Name

Sir Edmund it sounded like a point of identification.

He led me through a corridor of portraits into a room overlooking one of the palace gardens. Tea waited on a low table. So did a leather case embossed with both the Union Jack and the American eagle side by side.

“Your grandfather,” Sir Edmund said, “commanded a joint Anglo-American operation in 1963 continue reading …