* * * * * Early Monday morning, 13 th July 1942, the grey SS Brazil slipped ghost-like into the fog enshrouded New York Harbor; quietly without any fanfare. After the encounter with the submarine yesterday, nerves were so taut, sleep was utterly impossible. As their ship passed Liberty Island, through haggard, bloodshot eyes, my parents were surprised by the abrupt appearance of the Statue of Liberty popping out of a fog bank; standing tall and stately. At the sight of her both my parents hugged each other and wept; still unable to believe they had actually survived the crossing intact. Welcome home to the good old U.S. of A., dear reader. * ...