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Stuart James


Mission #13

The old waiter shuffled away. Lieutenant Flowers cupped his hands about the glass and stared down into the brown liquid. Only half his mind had ordered the drink. For some time now the other half had been telling him he'd had enough. He was alone [...]

Mission #6

Lieutenant Flowers sat on the edge of his cot. He wore only his long underwear and looked like some hunched ghost in the gloom of the Nissen hut. It was one A. M. and the C. Q. had just waked him for his and his B-17 crew's sixth mission over the c [...]