Prologue
Berlin, 1945

His hands shook so much he could barely keep ahold of the goddamn rifle. Survived strafing by the Luftwaffe, driving truck on the Red Ball Express, just to fall apart pulling guard duty in Berlin.

Give me the Jerries any day. Least then the enemy was wearing a different nation’s uniform.

James “Chubs” Martin shifted his weight from his left foot to his right. Fear was also fueling a constant need to pee. Antoinette was pregnant. He was a dead man.

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