My memoir traces the events of my early life from 1962 to 1974 when my family found itself in the epicenter of the Vietnam War.
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I can\'t imagine the direction my life might have taken had I not been at South Kent During those years.
My freshman year of public high school was disastrous, and my mother wisely recommended I attend South Kent School in Connecticut where I found peace with my circumstances and faculty mentors and friends who made me whole again.
I was an athletic boy and first misdiagnosed with bone cancer but then experienced months of casts on both legs to correct severe Osgood-Slaughters disease.
As her organization grew in size and influence she became more and more overwhelmed, exhausted and I became more and more a care giver for my brothers and watched her move closer and closer to breakdown.
Thus, was born The National League of Wives of POW\'s in Southeast Asia. 1966 my mother\'s frustration with this policy and the need for these POW wives to find solice with others in the same circumstance, inspired Mom to defy the keep quiet policy and gather a group of local POW wives in our home.
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During the first four years of the war the government told wives and families of POW\'s to keep quiet about their circumstances, not speak to anyone and especially not the press.
In September, 1966, my older brother left to attend boarding school and I assumed the role of supporting my mother by helping care for my younger brothers, age 7 and 4.
My memoir describes my emotional strugglesas I wrestle with these new realities and at the same time presents the \'before and after\' story using my parent\'s book, In Love and War (1984), The League of Wives by Heath Lee (2019), and my mother\'s diary that I first received in 2016, one year after she passed away.
My joy at the news of his survival was that of a young boy who didn\'t recognize the innuendos in his letters that made clear to my mother and US intelligence he was suffering in a brutal extortionist prison system where torture was frequent.
After seven months, in April 1966, two letters arrived in our Coronado mailbox from Dad, he was alive and a POW in Hao Lo prison, the Hanoi Hilton.
The emotional impact of that news devastated me, my mother Sybil Stockdale, and my three brothers, but we struggled to carry on somewhat normal lives.
When I was eleven years old my father, then Commander James Stockdale, was shot down and declared missing in action in September 1965.
My memoir traces the events of my early life from 1962 to 1974 when my family found itself in the epicenter of the Vietnam War
