When Max Malone walked into an army recruiting office in Lincoln, Neb., in the summer of 1941, he had one eye on the family farm he was leaving behind and one eye on a pending war. His service in World War II would take him to places all over the American West and clear across the world. “Dear Folks: A soldier writes letters home from World War II” recounts in his own words what Malone called “the greatest adventure of my life.”