No One Comes Back from the Oasis
The sand didn't discriminate. It covered everything equally -- dead British, dead German, dead whatever-you-were-before-you-were-a-number. Samuel Kowalski knew this because he'd seen it happen in Sicily, in Tunisia, and now here in the vast white desert of Libya, where the sun was a hammer and the earth was an anvil and every battle was a forge that beat men into dust. Sam sat on an overturned...
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