“A halt was called, and the men threw themselves prostrate on the road without loosening their packs. At that moment, the outfit… — Clair Kenamore Copy Share Image
“The sound of the airplanes is in the key of war. The thunder of the truck trains, the sputter of the motorcycles, the music… — Clair Kenamore Copy Share Image
“A halt was called, and the men threw themselves prostrate on the road without loosening their packs. At that moment, the outfit badly needed… — Clair Kenamore Copy Share Image
