“It’s bad down there, isn’t it?” Cheech said.
“Yeah, it is.”
“I’ve…I’ve never seen any action, you know? I mean, not like this. Not like what you’ve been through.”
Distorted faces rippled through Lockhart’s mind. Hideous laughter tore through his skull, and pain reverberated up his body as he relived the beatings. The t*****e at the hands of s******c Nazis. His stomach tightened and rolled at the eyes of dead men buried deep in his thoughts. In a flash, their bodies slumped against a blood-splattered wall, gruesome swastikas carved into their flesh. Masked soldiers stood over the corpses and then lifted him to safety, each one a blur.
He turned to glare at Cheech for reminding him of things better left forgotten, but his colleague met his gaze with wide-opened eyes and pursed lips. Des
