All she needs to do is troll her memory. In doing so, she can pinpoint the one hour of her life when all the human blasphemies of that era emblazoned themselves in her mind forever.

Bogart, 84, begins the story in 1943, when she left her home in Greater Binghamton to join the Women's Army Auxiliary Corps. First stop was Fort Oglethorpe in Georgia for boot camp, then to Fort Smith, Ark., for clerical training.

One clipping shows her with Air Corps Tech. Sgt. Gene Autry in Boston, where she took flying lessons. She got bounced here and there around the States, then got shipped to Europe.

Not in that box, though, is its original content: her wedding dress, which her mother had shipped for Bogart's wedding to a serviceman in France on June 6, 1945.

Then there was the duppel, or window -- tinsel dropped from aircraft to confuse radar below -- that Bogart collected and used to decorate Christmas trees in England one year.

"I was riding my bike down the street and some little French lady came out and said, 'What's this all about?' " she remembers. " 'Fin de la guerre,' I said -- and then she ran around kissing everybody."

Since the 1940s, she has filed away many more -- and many happier -- memories of her now-departed husband, their nine children and the many grandchildren they've given her.

She has had a good life, she says, and she hopes a better life unfolded for those she saw emerge from the train that one terrible and memorable day.

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