Even the surely painful, vice-like grip of my right hand attempting to hold on to Camille’s delicate, yet unusually sweaty, left is not enough to keep her within my grasp. The celebratory crowd lurches us in diverging directions through unrelenting waves down the cobblestone central avenue of Marseilles.
“Hold on to me!” Camille screams out.
“I’ll never let you go!” I call back, unable to catch her hand before it slips beyond my reach.
Read MoreAs I reach into my right coat pocket, I declare, “We would like you to be honored along with the others on General MacArthur’s staff, with this small token of thanks from the people of the Philippines.” Slowly, I pull a check in the amount of $50,000 out of my coat, letting it flutter to a standstill in front of General Eisenhower.
Read MoreAs we enter the camp we see the other men beginning to assemble in the hall for tonight's movie.
"I hope we see Greta tonight!" Jona declares.
Jumping in with his predictable request, Liam once again offers his desire, "Dorothy for me, every time!"
I'm just hungry.
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