LOVE and the B-2 STEALTH BOMBER: A Memoir

Some experiences reveal truths that must be told.

The truth was soon clear, we were in love. In every intimate moment we planned to spend our lives together. At twenty-five, she lived only blocks from work in the Latin neighborhood where she grew up, Pico Rivera, CA—just east of East L.A. I was twenty-six, commuting from the Inland Empire, and from a small town in Ohio. Even our children found joy in our emerging family, as we separated from abusive spouses. It was 1987, the height of the Reagan Era, and we were working together on the initial production of the most advanced military aircraft in history.