I’ve experienced World War II. After my plane went down in the Pacific, I floated on a raft for 47 days, with only rain water to sustain me along with an occasional albatross I’ve killed and eaten and then used as bait to snag fish to skin and eat. I’ve been captured by the Japanese, taken to a POW camp, and been repeatedly abused and demoralized. I felt starvation, and had lice and maggots crawling on me; my foot has been broken, and I think about my family back in California, as I long for the war to end so that I can see their faces—faces that sustain me—again. I…