Thursday, March 13, 2008

Spadina streetcar, holding his own at the door.

Caucasian male with rounded nose and stubble, wearing blue jeans, striped toque and grey runners, carting a black rolling case and backpack.

Band of Brothers, Stephen E. Ambrose (Simon & Schuster)

Page 145:

Winters and his fifteen-man patrol moved forward quietly, along the south side of the dike. As they approached the SS company, he could see tracer bullets flying off toward the south. The firing made no sense to him; he knew there was nothing down that way and guessed that the Germans must be nervous and confused.
They never tell you, once you've served your country, your next tour of duty will be 20 years on a line pretending you didn't see a thing.

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