“How paltry are the traces left behind by a life, even one concentrated around those supposed things of permanence called words. We spend our time upon the earth and then disappear, and only one one-thousandth of what we were lasts. We send all those bottles out into the ocean and so few wash up on shore.” WarJournalismMemoirs1920s Book:Almost a Family: A Memoir Source: Almost a Family: A Memoir