"And us?" Harris asked.
No one argued. They checked their weapons. Delgado crossed himself. Russo spit over the side.
Sergeant Cole held up a fist. Five men stopped behind him. Behind them, the burning outline of Saint-Lô flickered like a bad memory.
"And us?" Harris asked.
No one argued. They checked their weapons. Delgado crossed himself. Russo spit over the side.
Sergeant Cole held up a fist. Five men stopped behind him. Behind them, the burning outline of Saint-Lô flickered like a bad memory.