In wartime, food is never just food. By the winter of 1944, as the Second World War entered its final and most desperate phase, hunger had become a constant companion...
The room smelled of damp stone and cigarette smoke. A bare bulb hung from the ceiling. It swayed slightly. She had been staring at the wall for hours. Boots scraped...
May 1945, northern Germany. Three German women stood inside a concrete bunker with their hands raised high above their heads. Their gray vermached auxiliary uniforms were dusty and wrinkled....
Spring 1945. The air smells of wet earth, smoke, and antiseptic. Artillery fire has faded into the distance. The woman stands at the edge of a ruined road in Western...
The rain came down in sheets across the long green, turning the red earth to mud and the jungle canopy into a drumming wall of noise. It was the...
The Americans were loud. The Australians, they vanished. And when they returned, men were gone. These weren’t our words. They were theirs. The Vietkong scouts who tracked Western forces...
The smell hits the medical officer before he even reaches the examination table. It is January 1945 somewhere in the flatlands of Texas. Inside, a prisoner of war processing camp...
To the aces of the Luftvafa, the self-proclaimed masters of the European sky. It was a joke. A asterisk Flegenda Milch Flasher asterisk, a flying milk bottle. When the...
At 0700 on October 4th, 1943, Colonel Hubert Zmpy stood on the hard stand at RAF Hailworth watching mechanics fuel 52 Republic P47 Thunderbolts for a bomber escort mission...
At 2340 on December 29th, 1944, Major Carol C. Smith crouched in the cramped cockpit of his P61 Black Widow at Meuire Field, Muro, watching his radar operator track...