The Scent of Roses in Winter

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Edward Klein has an obsession.  Before he dies of cancer in the mid-1960s, he wants to tell his grandson about his life and something more.  But before he can do that he has to take a trip through his past. His combat stress syndrome, stimulated by sights, sound, and smells, causes his to relive his life from boyhood in the Ukraine living in the German colonies to fighting on the ramparts of Verdun and participating in the revolutions of 1918-1921.  Tempering this trip are the trials and tribulations of two marriages.

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Author Name : Michael Kihntopf

     Michael P. Kihntopf is retired U.S. Air Force captain (23 years) and retired high school world history and special education teacher. He holds a B.A. in history from Angelo State University, San Angelo, Texas with graduate work at University of Texas at San Antonio. He is the author of two non-fiction books about the World War 1 Eastern Front and four historical military fiction books about the Great War and its aftermath in Eastern Europe. He is the chairperson for the Southwest Branch of the World War I Historical Association, an organization affiliated with the Western Front Association which has chapters worldwide. He has written over 20 articles about many aspects of World War 1. They have been published in magazines such as Command, Relevance, Military History, Strategy and Tactics, and on line at militaryhistoryonline.com. He has also written book reviews for the Military History Journal and the blog Roads to the Great War.

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