@ One major effort--most closely related to No Greener Pastures--is a series of recollections concerning what it was like as a kid growing up in Waverly, Iowa, the town my dad wrote about. Tenth Street

@ The above memoir includes mostly just events from the first fiften years of my life. Here is an account from my school days in Waverly that includes memories from sixth through the twelfth grade, relating some of my experiences as an actor. Thespian

@ One other memorable chapter from those early days involved some experiences after World War II when my brother, Ted, returned from the war and bought an airplane. Airplane

@ A final story from the 1940s tells of an experience driving Army surplus trucks from Schenectady, NY, to Waverly in 1949. Cross Country

@ A year after my experience driving Army truck across the U.S., I found myself facing service in the Army for real. The summer of 1950 led into that service rather dramatically. The Summer of 1950

@ When I joined the Army after the beginning of the Korean War, I was twenty years old, single and living with my parents. As my career in the Army progressed, I wrote home from my various duty stations for the next three years. My mother saved almost all of those letters and I acquired them after she died. Although I extracted a few details from those letters when I wrote my Korean War memoir Friendly Fire), I did not draw significantly from them until I wrote the following two accounts from my first year in the military. The first of these (actually written second) documents--with generous help from the letters--my experiences in basic training and leadership school at Ft. Riley, Kansas. Letters from Kansas

@ After my basic and leadership training at Ft. Riley, I was sent to Officers Candidate School at Ft. Benning, Georgia. Here is an account of that experience. My Summer in Georgia

@ After I graduated from OCS, I was sent back to Ft. Riley. My first extra duty assignment as a new officer challenged me to put into practice some of the tactical training I had received over the past year. Baptism of Fire

@ As an infantry second lieutenant, and with the War in Korea still in progress, it was only a matter of time before I would receive orders shipping me to the Far East. My sendoff from Travis Air Force Base in California became a memorable story. Operation Cantaloupe

@ My first assignment in Korea was command if the 31st Infantry Regiment Intelligence and Reconnaisance Platoon. This is the story of that assignment. Bearcat I&R

@ As I pointed out in the previous story, my platoon in that first assignment spent most of its first three months filling in with front-line companies that were short handed because of combat losses and and a shortage of replacements. This is the story of the last--and longest--of those adventures. Hill 381

@ While were on Hill 381, one of my men experienced a most unusual self-inflicted wound. Wallace

@ As an intelligence operation, the I&R Platoon was assigned a Korean interpreter. In addition, we had six Korean soldiers as a part of our unit. This is the story of Kwon & the KATUSAs

@ When our division was off the line and in reserve, the I&R Platoon served at the colonel's beck and call for a variety of assignments. This is the story of one of them. The Fugitive

@ Toward the end of my tenure as I&R Platoon leader, I received orders assigning me as defense counsel in a Special Court Martial. This is the story of my brief experience as a military defense counsel. Justice

@ My second assignment in Korea was the command of a unit that probably did more to end the Korean War than any other small unit in the U.N. command. This is a web page describing their exploits. Connecting the Dots

@ Before I left Korea, I was invited to consider becoming an officer in the regular Army. This brief recollection describes that invitation and the reasons I declined. Lt., Retired

@ During my three years of active duty in the Army, I made a number of friends, but none more memorable than the denizens of 31st Infantry Headquarters Company Orderly Room

@ A year after I was released from active duty in the Army, I decided to pursue an education at Iowa State College (now University) in Ames. I remained in the Army Reserve while I was in school. Here are a couple of noteworthy experiences from my service as a reserve officer and a full-time student. The first is about a project my reserve unit undertook in the Spring of 1956. The Bridge

@ The second story from my service in the Army Reserve relates to the primary reason I now wear hearing aids. The Shooter

@ Another memory from my years as an undergraduate at Iowa State reprises a Christmas story from my book, Friendly Fire. The Speech

@ Although I have no documentation, I seem to recall that I presented a somewhat expanded version of the following story as a speech in the same class. Who's on First

@ For six and a half years, while I was going to school at Iowa State, we lived in married student housing (Pammel Court). This is the story of our life in Ames during those years. Pammel Court

@ Of the six and a half years I was in school at Iowa State, five of those years were spent working in the laboratory of Dr. William Lockhart, a man to whom I owe much credit for my later success as a scientist. The Yellow Professor

@ The previous stories ended with our move from Ames to Gainesville, FL, where I had accepted a post-doctoral fellowship at the University of Florida medical school. This is the story of our years in Gainesville

@ In 1964, four "Young Turks" were recruited to the scientific staff of The Biological and Medical Research Division of the Argonne National Laboratory in Illinois. The Division Director hoped to use these recruits to supplant what he considered an aging and increasingly second-rate cadre of scientists. Here is a story of my introduction to the work of one of those scientists he hoped we would supplant. Squirrel.

@After a couple of years at Argonne my work had produced results that I decided were sufficient to present at an international meeting of scientists in Vienna, Austria. Here is a report on my trip to Vienna.

@ As I related in the previous story, I stopped in Helsinki, Finland, on my way home from Austria to meet with my brother who was, at the time, coaching the Swedish national track and field team at a track meet there. This is the story of my trip to Helsinki and the opening of that meet. What? So Proudly We Hail?

@ During my tenure at Argonne, I took a year's leave to become a visiting professor at Morehouse College in Atlanta, GA. This is an account of that experience. Morehouse

@ After the academic year at Morehouse was over, we decided to stay in Atlanta for the summer of 1970. This is the story of what I did that summer in the Atlanta hippy community. Hippies

@ From my experience with the hippies in Atlanta, I became much more aware of the social problems involved with the growing use of street drugs in the country. So, when I returned to Argonne, I undertook some preliminary experiments aimed at dealing with that problem. Rat Addicts

@ While I was experimenting with the possibility of a venture into the physiology of addiction, I continued my studies in amphibian embryology. These studies led to an invitation to present my results at a 1971 symposium in Belgium. Here is the story of that visit to Belgium.

@ Toward the end of my tenure at Argonne, I spent a summer on the faculty of Marine Biological Laborory at Woods Hole, MA. Here is a report of our family's experiences on Cape Cod that summer (1972). Woods Hole

@ In the late 1990s, I reconnected with a former colleague at the Argonne National Laboratory whom I hadn't seen in some 25 years. Here are some recollections of our discussions at his dining room table on Wednesdays afternoons for the next seven years. Brain, Mind & Time

@ In 2005, soon after the Mississippi gulf coast was devastated by hurricane Katrina, I volunteered to be the point man in Pearlington, MS, for a consortium of some 15 Chicago suburban churches. My assignment was to supervise the distrubution of aid and the activities of volunteers to be sent by the corsortium. For the first time in my life I kept a journal (although I have lamented not having done so for many earlier experiences). That journal--and the accounts of three more trips to Pearlington over the next year and a half--can be found at the following link: Katrina

@In 2010, three years after my last trip to Mississippi, I contacted Samaritan's Purse--a mission organization involved in disaster relief and recovery--to volunteer for work in New Orleans, where recovery was still in progress. They advised that their work in New Orleans was being terminated and suggested that I consider working with them instead in Nashville, TN, where a recent flood had decimated much of the area. So I volunteered to go there. However, when I contacted my church to advise of my plans, they decided to organize a team from the chuch and asked me to consider joining that team...which I did. That trip became, for me, the first of four domestic mission trips with Samaritan's Purse over the next two and a half years. The trips on which I was a participant were November 2010 and June 2011 in Nashville, the trip in 2012 to Henryville, Indiana, and the January 2013 trip to Joplin, Missouri. An account of those trips can be found at Samaritan