1940s France
I was only 14 when the soldiers came. Me and Jacques and Gavroche were fishing. Gavroche had just turned 12, and Gabriel was the baby at 6. I remember Gabriel…
Through the Iron and the Trees
I wonder if he has family back home. That’s a stupid question, of course he does. Seventeen, eighteen at best. I don’t know how the drafting worked with them…
The Touch of Winter
Vasily waited. He was good at waiting. He’d been good at it before the war started. Now it served him even better. Be patient, he told his students, Winter…
Old Glory
I…I’m dying. Heh, life does flash before your eyes. How about that. Mom and Dad…life sure was good back in New York. Hey--this is my earliest memory! My…
Hardtack and Brittle Bones
“Hey you boy!” a gruff voice shouted to my slumped, tired back. I choked on the hard bread they had given me, as I slowly turned around to face the owner of…