By Myles Ludwig My Uncle Izzy was gassed during the First World War. I remember a brief visit with him when he was on his deathbed. I was maybe 4. I was shocked to see that he had shrunk to near-infant size from the man I knew as a sturdy Russian immigrant. I had known him as strong man, a man who had been an acrobat with his brothers performing on the beach at Coney … [Read more...]