Rounding a corner onto one of the main streets, Cole heard and saw a construction truck backing up and its crew busy setting up for a day’s work. Scowling for a second, Cole shook his head dismissively and continued on his way. It was inevitable that over time the town would eventually conceal its past. As Carentan had expanded after the war, the new construction was mostly of a different type, preferring stucco walls instead of the hand-laid stone that defined old France. The heart of the town was still painted in broad earthy strokes with the same shades of dirty cream stones and grey concrete walls as had defined it during the war. The outskirts were increasingly decorated in pastel colors, but the heart of Carentan remained largely untouched.
BY ELEVEN, he was done with deliveries
