In the Pacific theater, in the grinding, brutal air war over New Guinea and the Philippines, the P47 was cutting through the Japanese air forces…

By the spring of 1945, the Third Reich was a hollowedout shell. But it was a shell filled with millions of desperate men, fanatical Hitler…
One by one, they fire into any body that shows movement. The execution is methodical, cold. By the time it ends, all 15 Americans are…
One by one, the American commandos emerge from the brush. 15 soldiers, unformed, armed, but now disarmed. Under the rules of war, their status should…
The soldiers aim carefully at the center of the general’s chest. One of the soldiers breathes deeply. Another tightens his grip on the rifle stock.…

December 1st, 1945. A cold morning at the American Army prison in Aversa, Italy. The courtyard smells faintly of damp stone and spent gun oil.…

Texas, summer 1945. The air outside Camp Livingston shimmerred like glass, a curtain of heat that made even the guard towers seemed to waver. War…
“You came far, Captain.” Pierce grinned. “Not as far as you.” He held out a small box wrapped in brown paper. The war department cleared…

The war had ended, though for many Japanese civilians trapped on the outer Pacific islands, the word end meant little. Bombers no longer roared overhead.…

When Ooloit not Walter Wolfrram climbed out of the captured P-51 Mustang, his superiors expected criticism. They wanted to hear about American weaknesses, about vulnerabilities…




