Not because he was badly behaved, though he could be, but because he asked questions that nobody wanted to answer and then went and found the answers himself. As a boy, he would take apart every toy he was given to see how it worked. His mother, reportedly at her wit’s end, would find him…
This was a ranch. Major William Patterson, the officer in charge of the facility, stood waiting as the women climbed down from the truck. His weathered face and dusty boots suggested he was more comfortable on horseback than behind a desk. He studied the 12 women with an expression that seemed more curious than hostile….
did not. And that not understanding them had been killing Americans at a rate that the body count metrics were specifically designed to obscure and that the obscuring had been costing the specific individual, irreplaceable lives of men whose names he knew and whose faces he could still see clearly enough that he preferred not…
Shells are whistling through the forest once again. Toward evening, we were ready to change positions, moving eastward. The encirclement is about to be broken. When it got dark, we descended from the hill and drove 12 km east along the highway. It was a wide road in good condition with overturned tanks and trucks…
officers were even whispering that this offensive could change the war. Then, the impossible happened. Without warning, the lead Panther exploded. Not from a mine, not from artillery. A single armor-piercing round punched through the front hull from so far away that nobody even heard the gunshot at first. The shell ripped through steel,…
Dobervolski is a lieutenant in the fifth guard’s tank army, and he has been awake for 31 hours. His eyes feel packed with sand. His mouth tastes of black bread and fear. Somewhere ahead of him, maybe 8 km, maybe 10. German listening posts are pressed against the earth with their ears cuped toward the…
By the time she was promoted to senior sergeant that same month, she had reached 100 confirmed kills. The Soviet military command in Odessa knew this number. Her unit commander knew this number. And yet, somewhere in the divisional paperwork moving through channels in August 1941, there was a formal recommendation that Lyudmila Pavlichenko be…
He tells her that he is not taking advice from a girl with a pencil. He is wrong. General Patton is about to show him exactly how wrong. This is the story of what happened when a single officer’s ego cost the lives of an entire infantry regiment and how George Patton forced him to…
Not possible. Von Mellenthin set down the report. “How?” he asked his operations officer, in a voice that contained more genuine bewilderment than any emotion he had displayed in 6 years of war. “Do they do this?” His operations officer had no answer. Neither did anyone else in the room. An army corps in the…
A kilt. Full Highland battle dress. Tartan, Dirk, the lot. Two days after D-Day, with German troops stretched across every road in France, and a 300,000 franc bounty already on his head, the most dangerous British commando in occupied Europe had dropped from the sky looking like he had come to compete in the Highland…
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