The secure conference room deep within the Fura bunker beneath the Reich Chancellery in Berlin was silent except for the sound of artillery…
In wartime, food is never just food. By the winter of 1944, as the Second World War entered its final and most desperate…
The room smelled of damp stone and cigarette smoke. A bare bulb hung from the ceiling. It swayed slightly. She had been staring…
May 1945, northern Germany. Three German women stood inside a concrete bunker with their hands raised high above their heads. Their gray…
Spring 1945. The air smells of wet earth, smoke, and antiseptic. Artillery fire has faded into the distance. The woman stands at the…
The rain came down in sheets across the long green, turning the red earth to mud and the jungle canopy into a…
The Americans were loud. The Australians, they vanished. And when they returned, men were gone. These weren’t our words. They were theirs.…
The smell hits the medical officer before he even reaches the examination table. It is January 1945 somewhere in the flatlands of Texas.…
To the aces of the Luftvafa, the self-proclaimed masters of the European sky. It was a joke. A asterisk Flegenda Milch Flasher…
At 0700 on October 4th, 1943, Colonel Hubert Zmpy stood on the hard stand at RAF Hailworth watching mechanics fuel 52 Republic…