The olive grove in Sicily was small -- maybe two acres -- and it belonged to a farmer named Giuseppe who did not speak English and who waved at Frank Marino every morning as the company moved through the rows toward the road to Cassaro.
Frank was nineteen. He was a Private First Class in the 92nd Infantry Division, and he had killed his first enemy three days earlier: a German deserter hiding in the olive grove, caught between the trees with a rifle that was older than Frank's father. The man had not resisted. He had raised his hands and said something in Italian that Frank did not understand. Sergeant Harold "Duke" Ellison...
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