Tuppence for Violets
An English Nurse in World War II London

The irrepressible, irresistible and irreplaceable Eileen Murphy Cant, aged 82.
With my extraordinary mother, Christmas 2004, Seattle, Washington.

St. Paul's Cathedral stands unharmed in the midst of the burning city, December 29th, 1940, the night of the "Second Great Fire of London." (Photo by Herbert Mason, The Daily Mail.)

The Blitz devastated much of the city but life went on for plucky Londoners. October, 1940.

Typical scene in a London Underground Tube shelter during The Blitz. Bedding down for the night at Aldwych station.

Eileen Murphy and William Randolph Karsteter, my parents, on their wedding day. July 23rd, 1945, Paddington, London. 

My father piloted a successful landing of his Waco CG-4 glider into the Normandy battlefield as part of the 82nd Airborne's "Operation Galveston" on D-Day +1, June 7th, 1944.  (Painting by Robert Taylor.)

Flight officer William R. Karsteter, May, 1944, one month before D-Day and his fateful encounter with a German sniper.  Like so many veterans from that "Greatest Generation," my father never talked much about the war.  But he had considered it his sacred duty to serve and fight for so worthy a cause.

"For Military Merit"
Captain William Randolph Karsteter rests now, in a place of honor, at Marietta National Military Cemetery, Georgia. He was my hero....but I just called him dad.

Life after the war.  My ever-stylish mother on the French Riviera, Nice, May, 1946.
La Promenade des Anglais.  (Of course! : )