“I’m sorry, Mother,” he whispered, “but if I don’t they’ll know I’m a Jew.” Hans closed the door to the gas chamber behind her.
Tag: soldier
Fiction: Final Encounter
Private William E. Morency was always easy for Quân to find. Skill and training were key the first time; modern technology and the openness of a big city now came to his aid.
Quân had been in the city for three days, adjusting to a time zone halfway around the world and — following years of habit —ensuring he wasn’t being followed.
The cemetery was on the tour bus route; a number of persons prominent in regional and national history were buried there. Quân paid polite attention during the early part of the tour, waiting patiently for the garish bus to arrive at the cemetery.