The Last Bastion
The winter of 1944 was a white shroud that covered the Ardennes forest. Captain Julian Thorne sat in a frozen foxhole, his breath a plume of frost in the moonlight. He had risen from a frightened private to a company commander in six months, not through ambition, but through the sheer, bloody necessity of survival. Julian was the "Lucky Captain." He had a knack for reading the terrain and a...
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