I Lost My Uncle Jack - A Memoir of the Bombings

I lost my Uncle Jack recently. Technically his name was Great Uncle John, but for some reason we all just called him Uncle Jack. He had dentures by the time I really got to know him and loved old western films. Was once arrested for trying to buy a six-shooter from an undercover policeman. Until the end of his day, he acted like the whole thing made him a bona fide outlaw. And in a way, I suppose it did. Uncle Jack was also half-deaf and terrified of the dentist.