March 20, 1948
March 20, 1948Sergeant Victor Richards stepped out of the train arriving at the shattered Berlin Zoo station. He’d been supposed to fly in, but Victor hated flying with a passion that was unexplainable, considering his job – an airport engineer.
He’d seen his share of ruins at the Rhein-Main airport in Frankfurt, where his task was the maintenance of the airport buildings. Although maintenance was the wrong word; it was actually more like reconstructing the whole damn thing from nothing but rubble. He’d always envied his friends who worked at the much neater, less damaged Wiesbaden airport, but the second he disembarked the military train in Berlin he vowed to never again complain about desolate conditions.
If Frankfurt was bad, there were no words to describe the utter m
