As General H. Norman Schwarzkopf shakes my hand, it is nothing less than a bear grip.
“Norman doesn't let go of the pretty girls,” his sister Sally jokes.
On the day before his 75th birthday, a stack of unopened envelopes occupy the kitchen table, birthday cards and well wishes that Brenda, the general's wife of 41 years, won't let him open until the calendar strikes Aug. 22. Sally flew in from Bethesda, Maryland, for the occasion.
“I had to come down for his birthday,” she says. “They bumped me to first class,” she adds, affectionately patting her baby brother's arm, “all because of him.”
The family plans to celebrate by laying low, maybe baking a cake, watching some TV on the couch then heading to The Capital Grille for dinner.
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