It was in the early evening when an ambulance finally stopped in front of my family's house. It was war time and my grandparents had tried for days to have an ambulance come to the house and pick up my Mom. She was having trouble giving birth to her fourth child (AnneMaria). The ambulance was an old run down army truck. It was dark and filthy from heavy use. My Mom was half delirious with pain, and she was so weak she couldn't walk; so the ambulance...