Robert Asher was leaning casually against the bunker wall in a distant corner, taking it all in. British Prime Minister Winston Churchill hadn't earned the moniker “the Lion of London" for nothing. Watching him run a meeting never got old.
Churchill was standing, a cigar clamped between his pudgy fingers, a stern expression etched on his face. He was listening to a general explain that the weather was supposed to clear on June Sixth, which meant that in about twenty-four hours, the liberation of Europe would commence.
“We damn well better have everything in place, gentlemen," Churchill told his military advisors. They were seated around a long table. For three years, Churchill had been saying that the only way to win this war was to fight a land campaign in Europe. He was about to get hi
