Baltimore, 2019
I’d traveled to Baltimore at the request of a dear friend. She was facing a delicate, possibly life-changing surgery at Johns Hopkins Hospital and asked that I stand in as her healthcare power of attorney.
The night before the operation, Gina, handed me a Ziplock bag. Inside I found a packet of yellowed letters. We’d spoken of Gina’s elusive uncle—her mother’s handsome, rakish brother—on occasion over the years, and of the odd circumstances surrounding his death near the end of World War II.
“No matter what happens to me, I want you to tell Bud’s story,” she said.
I nodded and promised that I would.
The next day, my friend of over three decades tried to comfort me and her soldier husband: three tours, two in Afghanistan, one in Iraq, a navy-blue sweatshirt boasting an Airborne patch, a bracelet saying Remember The Fallen encircling his wrist. Gina’s husband would soon disappear, leaving her in my care, because the hospital and its patients gnawed at his belly, a reminder of dead and dying soldiers he’d been unable to help in another hospital in Iraq.
I kissed Gina goodbye, told her I loved her, and left her alone with her husband.
Hours later, I sat bedside, staring at my friend who looked small and fragile beneath a thin hospital blanket.
“I want to bring him home.” Her eyes were still glassy from the anesthesia.
“Who?” I gazed at Gina, her face etched with pain. The drugs weren’t helping.
“And I want to know what happened?” She winced and closed her eyes.
“Do you want me to call the nurse?”
“No. Bud…” her voice trailed off.
“It’s been a long time, Gina. And we don’t have much to go on.” I recalled the night before when she’d extracted those fragile letters with almost religious reverence. The epistles were small squares, etched with tight, black script. I’d made the promise in haste, hoping to make Gina feel better, and now wondered if I could keep my word.
She opened her eyes and squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but was under doctor’s orders not to move.
“Stay still! Water?” I reached for a plastic cup with a bent white straw, in an effort to do something.
Gina shook her head and stared out the window. I followed her gaze and focused on the clear blue sky and showy fall foliage, brilliant orange and yellow leaves basking in bright sunshine. I searched for something to say. I’d always been the one who, faced with a problem, could tackle a job and get it done, a hangover perhaps from my previous life as a reporter. But how was I to determine what happened to a man who died mysteriously all those years ago?
“I will have some water.”
I reached for the cup and guided the straw between Gina’s chapped lips. When she was done, I placed it back on the stainless-steel tray next to the bed. Then, she closed her eyes and let out a ragged breath.
I hated feeling helpless. Without thinking, I blurted out, “Let’s go get Bud!”
“Really?” She brightened instantly, a glimpse of the Gina I knew before the surgery.
I nodded. “When you’re better.”
And so, we agreed to travel to France, to the graveyard in Épinal where Sergeant Joseph “Bud” Richardville had lain since his death in 1945. Even if Gina spent the rest of her life in a wheelchair, we’d go to France and find out what happened.
But then Covid hit and our plans were derailed. Still, as Gina healed, we invesitgated Bud’s story, utilizing the resources we had. And, when we were done, we finally knew what happened to Bud Richardville. Your Forgotten Sons, which will be realesed on June 6, 2024 in honor of the 80th anniversary of D-Day, tells his story.
Your Forgotten Sons
Inspired by a true story
Anne Montgomery
Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to a Graves Registration Company, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?
Release Date: June 6, 2024
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Sometimes it’s those stories from our hearts that casts a wide net. Wonderful story, Anne! All the best with your upcoming release. Cheers!
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Thank you, Sharon! While it was a story I didn’t seek out, I’m glad I had the opportunity to tell it. 😉
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