It is regretful how long it took me to find time for history. When I was a child, history was conveniently personified in the image of my great uncle Otis during visits to my grandparents' house.
Otis was a war hero, and on his rare Sunday visits, he was treated like a dignitary. The admiration and awe exhibited by my relatives in his midst were lost on me, though, despite attempts to coax me to listen to this decorated veteran talk about the death march, work camps, prison ships, starvation and torture he endured for three hellish years as a prisoner of war in the Philippines.