Howard B. Unruh saw a good bit of combat as a tank gunner in Italy and France. But unlike most front-line soldiers he never smoked, swore or chased girls. He drank a little kümmel, but only as an experiment. He was a slender, shy, high-domed youth with dark hair, pallid skin, thick lips and sunken cheeks.
When he got back to his mother's second-story flat on River Road in Camden, N.J. after the war, he set up a basement target range, collected pistols, knives and bullets, and spent hours poring over the Scriptures....
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