Fascinating book about a part of WWII history I'd never heard of before.
Out to sea, the ocean breathed slow and soft, a body sleeping under silk.
Inland, fresh white clouds grew up out of the mountaintops.
He stopped and squinted at me, shadows from the tree spattered all over him.
Basic training was like swimming with barracudas--you were always on edge; somebody screaming in your face hour after hour, day after day.
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