A SW special gift for the one that can name this s book that the following excerpt is from
“What are we? A group of unlucky boys, what are we? A group of adult men searching for a reason for a great tragedy which befell us. In the act of telling this story, I never thought I would receive such a special gift. I have gone to Harvard University to talk about medicine, and in that I get the proper response - moderation. They listen to me and it’s enough. But when I talk about the _____ (left out intentionally due to a dead give away), I move them, they cry, they ask questions, they hug me. Because it is a story that the listener takes into their soul; they go away with so much more than they had when they came. I am nothing more than its narrator, with the added fact that I was there. I am irrefutable proof that it actually happened.”








