The fog never just rolled into the Mount Hood National Forest; it seemed to breathe out of the very earth, thick and smelling of wet cedar and ancient decay. David...
I. The Smell of Salt and Iron The canvas flaps of the heavy American transport truck slapped violently against the wooden frame, letting in bursts of freezing November air and...
The tires of the heavy military truck churned through the thick, reddish-brown clay of central Louisiana, sending a shudder through the twenty-nine women huddled in the back. It was August...
Chapter I: The Fragrance of the Enemy The steel wheels of the boxcar shrieked against the rails, a sound that had vibrating through Greta Schneider’s teeth for three days. Inside,...
Chapter 1: The Frozen Hills of Tennessee The transport truck groaned as its gears ground against the steep, unforgiving incline of the eastern Tennessee hills. Outside, the night of December...
The transport truck groaned as it shifted gears, kicking up a thick cloud of red Kentucky dust that drifted through the slatted wooden sideboards. Inside, thirty-two women clung to the...
Chapter I: The Road to Louisiana The tires of the heavy military truck whined against the asphalt, a monotonous, droning sound that had long since drilled its way into Charlotte...
November 1944: A World of Lies On October 19th, 1944, inside a cramped, damp briefing room somewhere in the muddy expanse of occupied France, twenty-three women of the German Women’s...
The engine of the transport truck groaned as it shifted gears, navigating the winding, tree-lined roads of the Pennsylvania countryside. Inside the canvas-covered bed, twenty-three German women clung to the...
The Mud of Highleberg The mud of a German April does not yield; it clings. It works its way through the threadbare wool of a boy’s trousers, freezing the skin...