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... d between shipyard cranes like ghosts of war yet to come.
Norfolk was aflame, not from foreign bombs, but from American voices.
Angry, desperate, betrayed.
They’d been striking for three weeks.
Welders, riveters, pipe-fitters, men who knew how to hold a torch and hammer, who’d built the very bones of the American fleet now limping home from the Pacific.
They hadn’t started with violence. Just silence. Pickets. Signs.
Lines of union men standing sho ...
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