“Ricks! Come on in! Jeez, you look good. Forty years are not a day, or whatever it is. How’ve you been?” John Ricketts gave the man a bear hug. “Damn, …
“The river is our border.” The battalion commander paused, probably for effect. The battalion, at attention, was silent. Deepening his voice, the commander began, “The Americans are across the river …
Captain Ermbach walked into the Group Commander’s office, waving vaguely toward his forehead. Let the Prussians of the Army pretend to be Junkers. The German air force looked to business. …