By Stephen Rodrick
The Magical Stranger is a relocating tale of affection and sacrifice, fathers and sons, heroism and responsibility, infantrymen and the households they depart behind.
On November 28, 1979, squadron commander and military pilot Peter Rodrick died whilst his aircraft crashed within the Indian Ocean, abandoning a devastated spouse, daughters, and a 13-year-old son.
In this strong, fantastically written booklet, journalist Stephen Rodrick explores the existence and loss of life of the guy who indelibly formed his lifestyles, at the same time he remained a secret. via youth and into maturity, Stephen Rodrick struggled to totally seize the truth of his father’s demise and its permanence.
To higher comprehend his father, Rodrick grew to become to contributors of his father’s former squadron, the "World-Famous Black Ravens." As he learns approximately his father, he uncovers the layers of those sailors’ lives: their loves, friendships, desires, disappointments—and the implications in their offerings on these they go away in the back of. the adventure doesn’t finish until eventually November 28, 2013, while Rodrick’s first son is born 34 years to the day after his father’s mishap.
A penetrating, considerate mix of memoir and reportage, The Magical Stranger is a relocating mirrored image at the that means of army carrier and the facility of a father’s legacy.
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