On an idyllic and quiet December morning, the Farrington family was thrown into chaos by the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Their lives would never be the same. The Farringtons, wrapped in the fabric of World War II from its very beginning, saw the conflict through the eyes of a sailor in the Pacific war, a son flying bomber missions over Europe and a young man slogging his way through five major battles in Europe from Omaha Beach to Berlin. The anguish of the home folks never ceased for the Farringtons with constant worry about the boys they had in the American forces. The rigors of dealing with rationing and worry paled in comparison to the violence their family members endured. A generation would be defined by the war. Young boys went to war and, if they came back, returned as men. Experiences in training camps, new cities they passed through, and on the field of battle changed them from the naïve youngsters they had been to the battle veterans they had become. Buckets of tears were shed, lives lost, relationships begun and ended, survival under the worst circumstances imaginable, and through it all the Farringtons coped with fortitude.