Everything changed, and eleven months later, here I was in the middle of the night with a gungho major, playing secret agent, hoping some Frenchie didn’t put a bullet in my skull before I gave...
—James R. Benn
Except for a roll of Harding’s eyes, everyone ignored me, which is the way I liked it when I had to hang around with senior officers. They had a way of thinking up ideas that...
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