In the days that followed, they would push farther inland, take and lose ground, bury friends and carve out victories that were small arcs of light against a dark sky. They would read letters whose ink blurred with tears and rain. They would learn the geometry of Normandy—the thick hedgerows that hid a world of danger, the lanes that funneled men into killing fields, the stone barns that sometimes held strangers who gave them bread and sometimes enemies who laid them traps.
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In the days that followed, they would push farther inland, take and lose ground, bury friends and carve out victories that were small arcs of light against a dark sky. They would read letters whose ink blurred with tears and rain. They would learn the geometry of Normandy—the thick hedgerows that hid a world of danger, the lanes that funneled men into killing fields, the stone barns that sometimes held strangers who gave them bread and sometimes enemies who laid them traps. |