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Weekly Contest #367
Friday, February 25, 1944Over western Germany, heading west Twenty-four year old Major Marc Suchet’s hands rested lightly on the controls of his P-51B Mustang. Painted on the left side of the airplane’s nose was a name, Daisy-Mae, his mother’s name. At twenty-eight thousand feet the air was smooth, and the sun was blindingly bright. High above there were thin cirrus clouds, below there were lower altitude scattered cumulus. The hum of the Packard built Merlin engine was the only noticeable sound. Around him were the fif...
Weekly Contest #366
Friday February 25, 194410 miles south of Verdun, near RanzièresOccupied France Colette Davout pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders before stepping out of the farmhouse. The cold bit at her cheeks at once. Long shadows crossed the ground — the sun had already dropped behind the trees to the west. She balanced the wooden bucket against one hip and hurried across the frozen yard toward the barn. The horse needed fresh water before nightfall, and there were still eggs to gather before supper. The war had made r...
Weekly Contest #365
Wednesday November 10, 1943 Marc shivered. After nearly a year in Algeria, then almost two months in Florida the cool English weather felt downright frigid. His pinks and greens service uniform was designed to look nice, not keep him warm. The drafty canvas covered bed of the truck didn’t make it better. He folded his arms across his chest to try to retain some warmth.The Jimmy truck came to an abrupt stop throwing Marc sideways. He straightened up and began to gather his things. A few moments later the driver appeared from around the side, ...
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