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The
Devil's Waters
Photos
Broken Jewel
Summary
Excerpt
Critical
Praise
James
River Writers interview
Fountain
Bookstore Event (video)
The Betrayal Game
Summary
Excerpt
Critical
Praise
The Assassins Gallery
Excerpt
Critical
Praise
Liberation Road
Summary
Excerpt
Critical
Praise
Last Citadel
Summary
Excerpt
Research
Critical
Praise
Scorched
Earth
Summary
Excerpt
Critical
Praise
The End of War
Summary
Excerpt
Suggested Reading
Critical
Praise
War of the Rats
Summary
Excerpt
Extra Chapters
Suggested Reading
Critical Praise
Souls to Keep
Summary
Excerpt
Critical
Praise
Richmond
Magazine interview (2008)
Lake Placid News interview (2007)
Chapter
11 Books Blog interview (2006)
Bookreporter.com
interview (2006)
Expanded
Books video interview (2006)
Pleasant
Living Interview (2004)
Soldier Interview
(2003)
Bella
Stander Interview (2003)
WAG Interview
(2002)
WAG Interview
(2000)
Bantam Q&A
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Photos: France
Omaha
Beach, Normandy.
The prototype
for the Marquis's mansion in Normandy.
The
building was stucco and brick. Three chimneys stood high above a slanted
roof. Wings extended left and right from a half-turret in the middle,
topped by a fleur de lis wind vane. Windows and doorways showcased marble
carvings in corners and cornices. All the mortar and frames looked weathered
and grainy, just right for a home like a castle.
—Liberation
Road
The American
cemetery above the Normandy beaches.
Your son has been buried in France at a location I cannot disclose.
However, in due time, a permanent, national cemetery will be established
here and your son’s grave site will be one with full honor as
an American and a hero of war.
With
respect and regrets, I remain,…
—Liberation
Road
UTAH beach.
UTAH was not strewn with wreckage the way OMAHA had been after the
storm. And the invasion here had been less difficult, not defended as
heavily by the Krauts. The dunes were flatter, access off the beach
was not so limited as it was at OMAHA with its four bunkered draws.
Splashing through the skim of early morning surf, a local in a beret
trotted his sulky behind a beautiful chestnut horse. McGee grinned big
at this sight. His fourth cigarette was snugged between fingers that
pointed out his window at the clopping horse, the snap of a buggy whip,
and the hiss of sliding waves.
—Liberation
Road
OMAHA
beach at mid-tide, looking east toward Pointe du Hoc.
An entire division, fifteen thousand men with rifles and machine
guns slung over every shoulder, trudged through the thin water. None
of the men paused on the sand, all of them drudged up the slopes of
the high dunes where the Germans had been, away to the front line. Tanks
and towed artillery filled the parade, making their separate way to
the draw between the bluffs.
—Liberation
Road
Me, with
the monument to the TO's, the 90th Division, at UTAH beach.
The forest of Mont Castre left its mark on the Tough Ombres.
...In the ten days the 90th spent breaching the Mahlman line, the entire
division had been savaged. The slopes and crest of Purple Heart Hill
split the 90th like light through a prism into parts, the dead, wounded,
and survivors. Among the survivors were the hardened ones, and the scared
ones who would break or die next, and those whose damage twisted only
their insides....
—Liberation
Road
The view
from Mont Castre, north to the Normandy beaches.
American artillery answered the Krauts shell for shell. Orange bursts
peppered the crest of Mont Castre, cracking and toppling trees. The
difference was the big guns attached to the 90th fired blindly at the
hilltop, and the Germans laid their rounds with accuracy, looking from
the high ground straight down the throats of the 359th lying in the
fields.
—Liberation
Road
The deadpan
French dairy farmer who pulled my car out of the mud, deep in the Norman
bocage. He kissed me on both cheeks. |
