THE WHITE REGIMENTThis novel is dedicated toKRISTEN LYNN JONESmy favorite redheadBorn Dec 24, 1987AcknowledgementsJim Baen, for his encouragement. The civiliancame back to lead them, one by one, to the hall with the fresh lumbersmell, where he'd knock at the assigned door, then leave them there. By nextspring they'd be very hungry. And what is your unit, private? First Army Headquarters Battalion, sir.
Without the firefight it seemed almost quiet-an almost-quietruptured suddenly by great roaring explosions, almost stoppi Rather colorful, isn't it. Seconds later, a troopercame back in to report there'd been a messman there, apparentlychecking an urn and platter of cakes for staff officers who might come in,perhaps after or before a shift. Men lay sedated on the beds.
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