Victor slammed his fist onto the desk in the construction trailer. “This simply doesn’t work. We need more heavy machinery!”
“We have commandeered the only functioning crawler tractor available in the Western sectors, and two tractor units—” Pierre said in his heavy accent.
“It’s not enough. I can’t be expected to build an airport purely with manpower.” Victor scratched his head. Manpower, or actually womanpower, was the only thing they had in abundance.
The French had quickly expanded the organization and now employed nineteen thousand Germans, half of them women, who eagerly showed up for their eight-hour-shift and ground their fingers to the bone with nothing more than a shovel to help.
He’d never imagined that even the tiniest, thinnest women would power through the hard drudgery w
