The Gray Train to Aliceville The train did not smell like victory. It smelled of…
The mud of the Ela River checkpoint did not look like history. It looked like…
The Cargo From the Edge of the World The telegram that arrived at Fort Sam…
The April wind over the Munich rail yards did not blow; it scraped. It carried…
The Gray Ship The Atlantic Ocean in June of 1945 did not look like victory.…
The Frozen Frontier The screech of metal on metal echoed like a gunshot through the…
The rain over northern France did not wash the mud away; it only turned the…
The wind off the White Mountains did not just blow; it bit. It carried the…
The rain had stopped around 1:00 a.m., but it left the zoo slicked over like…
The headlights of my old Ford were the only things fighting back the dark, cutting…