Past forgetting : my love affair with Dwight D. Eisenhower
The story I am about to tell happened a long time ago. I ask the reader to be lenient. My sources are my memory, my old blue leather diary -- and my heart. If an occasional time sequence is twisted or a fact misplaced, it is only because of the tricks that memory plays as one grows older. The conversations in this book ring true to my ear and my heart, but it must be understood that they have been ...