In late 2014, the Ebola epidemic was taking thousands of lives in West Africa and the World Health Organization was predicting over 100,000 deaths by the end of the year. At the same time, several American healthcare workers had been brought back to the United States deathly ill as a result of working with Ebola patients. As many others did, I thought, "Someone should go stop this virus before it spreads to the United States and kills us all " I was also thinking, "Someone should go help those poor people in West Africa " Unlike other battles in our world, the fight against Ebola would not require a military army, but an army of healthcare workers. I am a relatively young, retired physician trained in general adult medicine. My children are grown and independent, both of my parents are deceased, and my wife is healthy and financially secure. This time the "someone" who should go fight Ebola and help the people of West Africa was staring back at me in the mirror. And so, I decided to suit up for the battle against Ebola. This book is a compilation of letters and stories that I wrote to my family and friends during the time I was in Liberia as an Ebola medical volunteer. The letters were meant to be informative on what I was seeing and doing in Liberia but ended up being much more. My overall experience was not what I had expected, filled with more joy and surprises than sadness and death. The letters and stories cover a wide range of subjects including the medical care of Ebola patients in an Ebola Treatment Unit, working in a general medical clinic in rural Liberia, and the people, culture and history of Liberia.