Chapter TwelvePredawn fog blanketed the camp as Simon packed his gear in preparation for battle. The order had been given. He and the other American reconnaissance and engineer troops would join Major General Leclerc’s French division which led the northern column. Four battalions of the V Corps’ artillery would bring up the rear.
His pulse raced as he wiped sleep from his eyes. Rest had not come easy last night knowing fighting was imminent, so he’d written his folks. Unable to share anything of a military nature, he regaled them with sanitized versions of stories about his men. Mom would enjoy the anecdotes, and Dad would read between the lines, having served during The Great War.
Patting the missive in his breast pocket, he smiled. He’d finished the correspondence by emphasizing he th
