41: A Portrait of My Father
George W. Bush
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George W. Bush, the 43rd President of the United States, has authored a personal biography of his father, George H. W. Bush, the 41st President.
Forty-three men have served as President of the United States. Countless books have been written about them. But never before has a President told the story of his father, another President, through his own eyes and in his own words. A unique and intimate biography, the book covers the entire scope of the elder President Bush’s life and career, including his service in the Pacific during World War II, his pioneering work in the Texas oil business, and his political rise as a Congressman, U.S. Representative to China and the United Nations, CIA Director, Vice President, and President. The book shines new light on both the accomplished statesman and the warm, decent man known best by his family. In addition, George W. Bush discusses his father’s influence on him throughout his own life, from his childhood in West Texas to his early campaign trips with his father, and from his decision to go into politics to his own two-term Presidency.
replied. “I hope they have the same kind of life I have for ninety years—full of joy.” He did have one more wish: “Make sure the parachute opens.” Family and friends gathered at the landing zone: the lawn of my parents’ church, St. Ann’s, the same place where Dad had landed five years earlier and where his parents had been married ninety-three years earlier. (As Mother put it, if the jump did not succeed, at least we wouldn’t have to travel far for the burial.) At about ten forty-five a.m., one
thrilled to gain three brothers-in-law and a sister-in-law. She quickly developed a comfortable relationship with my parents, who welcomed her as a daughter of their own. Among other things, Laura bonded with Mother over their responsibilities as spouses of candidates. Laura was supportive of my race, but she had no interest in a starring role. I liked that about her; I was not looking for the stereotypical “political wife.” She even vowed that she would never give a political speech.
dozen years later, one of my closest friends on the world stage was Japanese Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi. Unfortunately for Dad, most of the media attention during his Japan trip had little to do with foreign policy. Reporters had their eyes on the United States Senate, where John Tower, the nominee for Defense Secretary, was locked in a tough confirmation battle. Tower had made some enemies on the other side of the aisle, and they came out during the hearings. The raucous debates were full
of innuendo about Tower’s personal life. George Bush was rightly upset that his friend was being treated so unfairly, and he tried to stand up for his nominee. In spite of Dad’s strong defense of Tower, however, the Senate voted down a Cabinet nomination for the first time in thirty years. In a decision that would affect us both for years to come, the House Minority Whip, a Congressman from Wyoming, was nominated to take Tower’s place. The Senate promptly confirmed Secretary of Defense Dick
and drove herself for the first time since the late 1970s. As Dad joked, the most dangerous place in America was on the roads in their neighborhood. Mother even did some cooking. I was the recipient of one of her first meals the night before the Houston marathon, which I ran four days after my parents returned from Washington. To carbo-load for the race, I asked Mother to make pasta. She generously agreed. She boiled the water successfully. In went the noodles. Then she tried to put a lid on the