Chapter 35
1715 Hours
February 23, 1943
Algerian / Tunisian Border
25 Miles East of Tebessa, Algeria
Captain Genero walked from the warm interior of the intelligence tent into the cold wet evening at the 509th's temporary headquarters. Phil looked carefully around the sandbagged defenses, noting the significant terrain features, like the normally dry wadi, now flush with the run off from the barren, sandstone buttes that dominated the encampment to the west.
The Algerian frontier has to be the loneliest spot on earth, Genero thought. Only the Sahara Desert can compete with this place for sheer isolation.
Phil pulled the collar of his jumpsuit tight around his neck as a defense against the wind, rain, and cold. The constant rain added to the situation’s melancholy.
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