Bruni threw her arms around Victor. “I can’t believe you did it. You’re my hero. In fact, you’re probably the hero of every single West Berliner.”
It had been surprisingly easy to convince the French Kommandant that the radio towers needed to be taken down for the security of air traffic. Nobody ever mentioned the welcome side effect that the spewing of hateful p********a from the Russians would stop at least for a while, but wherever he’d gone with his proposition, Victor had received satisfied nods.
“I love you, you know that. Right?” Bruni said.
“Yes. I know that. I do have to make a confession, though…”
Her eyebrow lifted and worry etched lines into her face.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad, sweetheart. I was promoted to Second Lieutenant two weeks ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
