By James R. Benn
“Spirited wartime storytelling. Benn permits Boyle’s studies to alter him in methods either sophisticated and dramatic.”—The manhattan occasions ebook assessment “A convincing mixture of truth and fiction.”—Publishers Weekly “Immediately attractive. . . . beautifully crafted and paced.”—BookPage, secret choose of the Month Billy awakens in a box sanatorium in Sicily with amnesia. regardless of this and various makes an attempt on his existence, he manages to hold out his project to enlist the cooperation of the pinnacle of the Sicilian Mafia on behalf of the Allies. He additionally foils a plot by way of Vito Genovese to counterfeit military scrip.
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I sat for a minute, wishing everything would come back to me—the people I knew and cared about, my own name, some clue as to who I was. And why I was here. But nothing came, and all I had was the thinnest of all possible human connections. A nice nurse doing her job. A smile. Take care. I held onto the steering wheel and rested my head on it. I could’ve stayed like that all night. I could have cried me a river. I could’ve asked her name. I could’ve done all those things, but I knew I had to move out before someone else started asking questions.
Tanks. The drumbeat of machine guns echoing off ridgelines. Not too close. Not yet. I wondered who was taking a beating out there, and I was startled to feel a pull on my hand as Rocko grasped the handkerchief. I looked at his face, and for just a second, I saw the golden silk reflected in his wide-open eyes. I snapped my hand back, stashing the handkerchief in my pocket, as Rocko looked away, glancing at the wounded, doctors, and orderlies crowding around us. More wounded came in, one guy screaming for his mother.
Jeeps spat gravel, pulling onto the road with gears grinding. Everyone was in a hurry, everyone except Rocko and me. Camouflage netting was strung up over stacks of fuel drums and cases of artillery shells. GIs stripped to the waist shoveled sand into burlap bags and stacked them around the explosives. “Welcome to Service and Supply territory, kid,” Rocko said as he nodded at the work crew. “See why I don’t like the idea of fuckin’Tiger tanks roamin’ around down here? ” Gritty dirt turned to hard-packed sand as we approached the beach.