News / Hanukah
MY CHRISTMAS GIFT TO YOU
You couldn’t close the door fast enough. The wind fought you for it. Every time another trooper came in, the below-freezing air that accompanied him twisted around the M40’s crouched along the metal walls of the tank barn and went right through the O.D. jackets and sweaters and woolen hats and caused the group to huddle closer. Circles of light from the bare bulbs over each tank hardly reached the middle of the room where wooden chairs had been placed row on row. Mesmerized by the tiny colored bulbs on the Christmas tree at the front of the room we...