“What do you mean, showboat, you bastard!” Carmen growled. But his heart wasn’t in it.
“They say this is the last of it.” The man outside wasn’t nursing grudges. “Better save some in case. But hey! You know what? A runner just came in from regiment and you know what? They had Army-Notre Dame weather on all the English airstrips yesterday. It broke around Brussels too. It’s due to break here tomorrow morning. Christ, we’ll be knee-deep in porterhouse steaks by noon. They got a definite fix on the Nineteenth Armored, too. It’s nine miles away and barreling right through.”
But the day brought only more snow. The Germans moved a sound truck onto the far hillside and with their usual methodicalness turned it on every hour on the hour. With the backdrop of snow-blanketed trees and the walls of
