Chapter Twenty-EightShoulder to shoulder with soldiers, Red Cross girls, medics, and army nurses on the rolling deck of the hospital ship, Cora took a deep breath to steady herself. Her heart beat in her ears, adding to the cacophony of noise that enveloped her.
Officers shouted orders. Equipment clanged. Hatches slammed. Planes roared overhead. The periodic rat-a-tat-tat of machine-gun fire in the distance sliced the air. The ship pitched in the choppy seas. It was no secret that Eisenhower had hoped for better weather for the invasion. Had yesterday’s assault gone better or worse than planned?
The crowd thinned as more and more of them went over the rail and down the rope ladder to the waiting boats that would take them to shore. Cora’s hands slicked at the thought of dangling on the s
