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Persons of Interest logoBERKELEY — Most UC Berkeley students enrolled in American studies 101A, which examines America’s involvement in World War II, experience the course through the detached lens of academic curiosity.

David Gan isn’t your typical Berkeley student, though. He can draw on first-hand experience of the battle to liberate Europe from the grip of Adolf Hitler.

“I was there on the battlefield fighting the Nazis,” says the 87-year-old Berkeley alum, almost 60 years to the day since he left the Army. “But as a participant I saw only one tiny part of what happened.”

The American studies course, he says, “seemed like a great opportunity to gain a better understanding of the big picture, the different aspects of the war and its historical context.”

Gan has been auditing classes on campus since he retired 20 years ago, taking a handful of courses almost every semester. His studies run the gamut from physical and social sciences to art and music, literature and philosophy.

This semester, Gan is most excited about classes on animal behavior, Italian culture and, of course, the American studies class in which he will give a presentation outlining his wartime experiences.

“So many people take life for granted, never exploring the world around them,” Gan says. “I swore that if I made it out of the war alive I wouldn’t make the same mistake, so I’ve always tried to treat life like a never-ending adventure.

“Coming to campus and learning new things everyday keeps me alive and I plan on taking classes until I drop,” he adds.

In 1943, the 18-year-old Gan dropped out of high school and enlisted in the Army to join the fight against fascism in WW II. He landed at Utah Beach with the 9th Infantry Division on June 11, 1944, less than a week after the D-Day invasion had established a beachhead in northern France. As the battle for Normandy raged about him, Gan was gravely injured during an artillery barrage and spent the next six months in an English hospital.

“I could feel the shells as they whizzed past me,” Gan says. “Then one round landed next to me and I don’t remember anything after that.”

1944 edition of Stars and Stripes

Gan kept the newspaper he picked up on June 10, 1944, one day before he landed at Utah Beach in Normandy.

Discharged from the Army on medical grounds, he returned stateside to continue his recovery. In June 1945, having completed high school at the behest of Army brass, Gan waived his disability exemption and re-enlisted.

Posted to Germany in the aftermath of the Allied victory in Europe, Gan found himself stationed in Nuremberg in the midst of the war crimes’ trials of leading Nazis.

Gan recalls coming face-to-face with one high-profile figure in Hitler’s Third Reich, former Nazi Party deputy leader Rudolf Hess, who was sentenced to life imprisonment during the tribunals.

“Here was this hugely powerful Nazi leader sitting there alone in his cell waiting to be sentenced. He seemed so very small, pale and plain, an unremarkable man,” Gan recalls.

Gan spent the postwar years heading up an Army outreach program to re-socialize German teenagers, many of whom had joined Nazi paramilitary organizations. Returning to the Bay Area in 1952, he earned a bachelor’s degree in public health and microbiology from UC Berkeley with the financial support of the GI Bill.

Gan joined the California Department of Public Health in 1957, where he worked for 35 years, training microbiologists, inspecting lab facilities and, from time to time, investigating disease outbreaks and pollution incidents across Northern California.

Following his retirement in 1992, Gan’s desire to stay active and put his scientific experience to use helping young students led him back to Berkeley.

In 1999, the retired microbiologist discovered the perfect outlet for his scientific expertise and intellectual curiosity when he audited the Mars 2012 course taught by former NASA engineer Lawrence Kuznetz. The research and practical-learning program brought together space-agency staff and university faculty, students and volunteers to tackle mission-critical questions at the core of NASA’s exploration of the Red Planet.

Working with a team of Berkeley students, Gan cobbled together everyday equipment, including a bell jar and vacuum pump, thermometers and dry ice to simulate Martian atmospheric conditions, and designed an experiment that successfully demonstrated that liquid water, essential to life, could exist on Mars.

Scientists at NASA’s Ames Research Center replicated the experiment and verified the results. Gan and Kuznetz published the findings in a co-authored paper that appeared in the peer-reviewed scientific journal Astrobiology1 in 2002.

“Think about it,” he says, “NASA experiments about life on Mars, I got such a kick out of that class,” Gan says. “I even got to meet Buzz Aldrin.”

David Gan

WW II veteran and Berkeley alum David Gan feels duty-bound to help the campus’s younger veterans adjust to the demands of college life.

When he isn’t expanding his universe of understanding, Gan helps out at the California Alumni Association, looking over scholarship applications and meeting with students to share academic, career and life insights.

Army to the core, Gan is actively involved in campus and community veterans groups, volunteering with the American Legion, raising money for former service members in need and visiting local VA hospitals.

He is also a regular visitor to the Cesar Chavez Student Center, which houses veterans services, offering advice and encouragement to veterans of more recent conflicts as they face the demands of civilian and college life.

“I know how tough coming out of the Army and adjusting to civilian life after war can be for these guys, so I try to do whatever I can to help,” he says.

To dare is to do, they say, and Gan has certainly seen and done more than his fair share over the course of his 87 years. From battling fascism on the beaches of Normandy to scientific explorations of life on Mars, looking back, he harbors few regrets.

“I’ve been through a lot in my life,” he says “but I think I’ve achieved most of my objectives.”

One exception that still rankles, however, is Gan’s failure in 2000 to make it beyond the final round of contestant interviews for the first season of the TV show Survivor.

“Sure, I was 74 years old at the time, but in the Army I learned to try — learned to do the impossible,” Gan says. “I just didn’t have the right character for reality TV, I guess.”

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Article source: http://newscenter.berkeley.edu/2012/10/02/poi-cal-vetdavid-gan/2

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References

  1. ^ Astrobiology (online.liebertpub.com)
  2. ^ http://newscenter.berkeley.edu/2012/10/02/poi-cal-vetdavid-gan/ (newscenter.berkeley.edu)
  3. ^ (howtolearnlanguage.73shelves.com)

The Meeting

The Meeting A husband introduces his wife to a new man View Author’s Copyright Information Are you really serious about this? I thought I d wandered into a parallel universe, some kind of erotic dimension that was in opposition to our shared reality.

Yes, Tom she replied, I just can t stop thinking about it.

I realised then that she was actually pleading for this, that she was desperate.

It had become an obsession and the only way she felt she could break out of it was by it happening.

She needed my agreement.

She wasn t asking for my permission.

You do realise that this is a massive decision you are making, it s not something that you can delete from your life like you could delete a role play from the computer? I had to make sure she realised how significant this decision was.

Of course I do, she said, irritated, I didn t expect opposition from you.

I grinned at her sheepishly.

I had never seen her like this.

I m absolutely not against it, I explained, I just need you to realise that if it gets out that we did this, it would be more than just a little embarrassing.

I might have to give up my job, we d have to move a long way away.

It s a lot for us to risk.

She was exasperated.

I was supposed to be making this easy for her.

I realised she was finding it difficult, to say the least.

She was decided.

I know, but I ve thought of nothing else for weeks, I have to do it, we have to do it.

He was a long time contact on a sexually orientated stories web site.

He was a voracious reader of porn literature and he had always been keen on my writing and had always given me flattering feedback.

Recently our relationship had changed from that of author and reader to that of actors in sexual role play.

Inevitably, the roles had been defined quite quickly, I usually played the willing cuckold and he would enjoy my wife, also my own, ministrations.

Then my wife caught me.

She walked into the room and found me with my cock in my hand and a photo of a guy in the same position on my monitor screen.

She thought I had turned gay; it took a while to persuade her I was not.

I had to confess a few things to do it.

Unexpectedly, she was not shocked but greatly relieved, hut I d have to live with the consequences of my confession.

So you imagine I am with another man, whilst you watch us? she asked.

It was a few days after she had caught me.

It aroused me to talk about it with her, it was dawning on me that she felt the same way.

Yes, I don t know why but it gets me hard as hell, I replied.

You say you role play this with a man? she was trying to sound uninterested but it wasn t working, I knew her too well.

She had never discussed sex with me so unemotionally and out of the bedroom.

Yes, we pretend you are with us, he s being trying to get me to post a picture of you its ok I didn t! I added hastily.

Does he have a picture on there? she asked, nonchalantly.

Yes, he does why? I said, suddenly aware of a strong feeling of excited anticipation, my heart seemed to be thumping to a faster beat and I felt a little breathless.

Can I see it? she asked.

You want? I sounded like a caveman, it was a stupid question but this seemed too good to be true and my cock had firmed up, sucking the blood from my brain as usual.

I wouldn t ask if I didn t, besides I want to see this place you spend so much time in, this cyber place.

Cyber space, I corrected.

Whatever, she said.

I logged on and she pulled up a chair beside me.

I opened up his profile picture, which showed what was, I have to admit, a magnificent furry chest.

She didn t say anything, but was reading his profile.

When might he be on here then? she asked, continuing to read.

He is usually only on in the day, I replied, do you want to chat to him then? Actually, yes, she said, he has a magnificent chest.

A message popped up, Hi We looked at each other.

Fortunate, I said.

Fate, she responded, will you answer him? Is this a trap? I thought, do you want me to? I asked.

She nodded, Yes, it s only polite to do so.

I typed Hi, how are you? We entered into a general chat; I was unusually constrained by her presence, though he didn t seem to have noticed.

Eventually she said, this is a bit boring, tell him I m here.

I looked at her in surprise, are you sure? He will want to talk to you.

She pursed her lips and widened her eyes in an expression that said, how dumb are you! I told him my wife was with me, he asked if he could talk to her directly.

Do you want to? I asked her.

Why don t you go and make us a drink, Tom? she suggested.

To say I was shocked when she told me the arrangement she had made is an understatement, I was horrified.

But I couldn t deny it, I was sexually aroused, I wanted it too.

It wasn t as if he was a stranger to me, I trusted who he was.

She was decided, I knew I d do as I was told.

I opened the hotel room door and there he was, so he hadn t bottled out after all, he was just a little late.

But he had found it necessary to bring some Dutch courage with him, in the form of a bottle of Three Barrels brandy.

I couldn t help laughing and he joined in when he saw our bottle of Three Barrels on the bedside table.

My wife emerged from the bathroom, dressed simply as if she were at a business conference, as he had asked her to, white blouse, simple navy skirt.

He was dressed smart-casual style, chinos and a white shirt.

It was surprisingly relaxed, we chatted as if we had met many times before.

I suppose in a way we had.

We didn t drink much of the brandy, having already had a glass.

I think it was an unspoken thought between us that too much alcohol might dampen the experience, whilst just enough might break down any barriers.

It was me that kicked things off.

I suggested he might undress first, or perhaps she might like to undress him.

She looked at him and back at me, nervously licking her lips, she was even shaking a little.

It was a tense moment, I thought, I knew this was too good to be true, she s going to back out .

Instead, she walked slowly over to him, looked into his eyes and then down to the collar of his shirt.

She slowly began to undo the buttons.

I had to admit to myself that he had an impressive chest, broad and with a manly covering of hair.

Although she had never said it, I knew my naked scrawny chest didn t do it for her.

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and gently shoved so that he knew to turn around so she could pull it from his arms.

He turned back to face her and she surveyed his naked chest, glancing briefly toward me she looked back into his eyes and reached out both hands to touch his nipples.

She flicked them with her long red painted finger nails.

He closed his eyes and moaned softly.

She slowly slid her hands down his chest over his flat stomach and onto the belt of his chinos.

One hand slipped past the belt and she rubbed her palm on the visible bulge that was his obviously significantly sized cock.

With her other hand she deftly unhooked his buckle and separated the belt.

She released the waistband clasp of his chinos with one hand and pulled down the zip with the other.

As the chinos fell away, we saw that underneath he wore a pair of tight white briefs that left little to the imagination.

His cock was already firmed up and lay sideways so it was under the waistband of his underpants, it was clearly visible and there was a growing damp patch where he was leaking pre-cum.

He slipped off his loafers and pulled the chinos off, throwing them aside.

He stepped closer to my wife and with a hand on her shoulder, gently turned her so she faced away from me.

Bending a knee slightly, he reached down and lifted up the hem of her skirt at the back until her sheer white panties were visible, they hugged her buttocks in sweeping high curves around her shapely thighs.

He held the skirt up long enough for me to see and then dropped it.

She looked at me, her own brown eyes were moist as if brimming with tears and she was trembling but a smile played uncertainly on her lips.

She glanced quickly at him, shyly through lowered eyelids, then back to me.

Again he turned her, this time to face me.

He reached down and grasped the hem of her skirt, pulling it up again until we could see her panties, this time from the front.

Her mound was prominent, the panties clinging.

A deep cleft was visible between her legs and darkness was spreading from it as if she had wet herself.

Of course, in a way, she had.

He dropped the skirt.

Pull your blouse out from your skirt, he said.

It was an instruction that brooked no debate and she did as he instructed, all the time continuing to gaze at me as if I were the only person in the room.

Now, take it off, Tom s wife he ordered.

Without hesitation, she unbuttoned the blouse and slipped it from her shoulders with a shrug, letting it drop silently to the floor.

Her bra matched the panties, sheer and white.

She may as well have not been wearing it, her nipples thrust into the sheer silk and her areoles were clearly visible circling the nipples like erotic targets.

In my opinion, her breasts were her best feature, though I had to admit I thought all her features were just deliciously womanly.

Now the skirt, take it off , he said.

He was enjoying this.

Her cleavage deepened as she twisted her body to reach the fastening.

She bent over to push the skirt down and her breasts hung forward, they came close to escaping from their silky prison.

She stepped out of the skirt and tossed it aside.

Without waiting to be told, she reached behind her back to unhook the bra.

Her breasts thrust forward and the nipples popped out to peek over the top of the bra cups.

No, he said, and she froze, I don t want you naked.

She may as well have taken the bra and panties off, the panties were transparently wet and her breasts supported, not covered.

He may have said he did not want her naked, but in effect, she was.

She lowered her arms and waited.

Would you like to feel my cock, Tom s wife he said.

She nodded, licking her lips.

I thought she doesn t know she did that .

Ask me then, he said, it s the polite thing to do.

May I feel you please? she said meekly, then adding sir.

Be specific about what you want to touch, and you can now call me James, he said.

May I feel you penis, James, she asked, looking into his eyes, but glancing down at the shape in his underpants and back up quickly.

I thought she thinks we didn t notice.

I d like that, Tom wants it too.

he said.

She looked at me as if for further confirmation, I nodded impatient assent.

She stepped close to him and knelt down, shuffled forward on her knees a little closer, her breasts wobbling with the movement.

She reached out to grip his underpants on either hip and dragged them slowly down.

His erection bounced out and up almost immediately, it was dribbling with stringy wetness.

Reaching out, her fingers curled around the shaft, just below the glans.

James grunted his pleasure, looking down at my wife.

She looked up at him at that exact moment and I saw the tip of her tongue slip out between her lips and then back in, leaving them moist and shining.

His pre-cum dripped onto her fingers and she used it to lubricate the motion as she began to slide her hand up and down the shaft.

Why don t you lick me, he suggested, he remembered he didn t have to suggest anything and looked directly at me.

Lick me, Tom s wife, he instructed her.

She licked his shaft from stem to tip, as she licked, her buttocks tightened, her thighs thrusting almost imperceptibly.

I thought she imagines she is being fucked.

Whilst these events had been unfolding in front of me I had been sitting in a comfortable armchair, gently rubbing the front of my trousers.

I now loosened my belt and unzipped, sliding my hand onto the front of my underpants and feeling the length of my cock.

It would never be described as a magnificent cock, but it was mine and it was all I had.

To be continued.

Lost all of me

Lost all of me The intensity of the moment brings my body to a test.

View Author’s Copyright Information The intensity of the moment brings my body to a test.

I couldn t handle the situation and yet I sit still, waiting.

I know that if I just sit there long enough in front of you that I would be fine.

But then again the moment my hand touches yours skin.

It s all over.

How do I go on? So you strike a conversation to make the situation bearable.

Was it enough or was I still nervous that I continue on.

Were you attracted to me too? This I would never know because it will be kept here in my thoughts.

I rather not know because of the situation I m in.

I wonder if you were aware of my heart beat and how ridiculously fast it s going.

I wish for the time to be over or simply sit still until I can get a handle of me.

That s the problem isn t.

Knowing that we are both limited to each other.

I should have better control of the situation; after all I am a professional.

I was truly devastated after you were gone.

I had the urge to go after what I wanted and that s why I was so charged.

And yet for the half hour we were together all I could think of is Well, maybe this should be just a memory for tomorrow that would never come.

It s better that way and no one gets hurt.

It is maybe time for me to end my infatuation of you and move on.

I feel so guilty for feeling this way.

No one should be allowed to influence one s mind with the other.

And yet, you hold my attention and I try to pull away and nothing.

Despair, pain, lust, infatuations.

Leave me wondering for forever.

My feelings for you would go away until the next time I see you and it would be all over again.

Just like last time after our first initial meeting.

I feel like a sixteen year old girl, just waiting for that moment of being a grown up.

Being in control of the situation and never feeling like this again.

Maybe someday I will be, only time will tell.

What s funny is that I ve anticipated for this day like today, that you will come and see me again.

The situation would be the same as last time.

I would be confident and have control of the situation.

I was wrong.

How could I? You were handsome and me, well, I m not sure.

Does it matter? You would never see me like I see you.

You are happy and totally unaware of me.

It s better that way.

I don t want you to return my feelings.

It s not safe and very dangerous.

Until next time, I will have control of me again.

You ll see.

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