08/27/2026
There was a time when my father and I had almost nothing to talk about.
Then we found a Jeep.
What started with a battered World War II Willys MB cobbled together from the remains of several dead Jeeps became something neither of us could have predicted. We named her Frankenstein, and twenty years later she is still with us. Along the way came Patchwork, our 1952 M38A1, our 1966 Ford MUTT, many other Jeeps that passed through our hands, and eventually Ghosts of the Battlefield itself.
Our new story is not another recycled history of Bantam, Willys and Ford. It is the story of three generations of American military Jeeps, from World War II through Korea and Vietnam, told through the machines we actually own and the father-and-son relationship they helped build.
We thought we were restoring an old Jeep.
Looking back, the Jeep was building something too.
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