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... cross the calm like spilled brass.
Bruno the Younger sat on the edge of a crumbling seawall, a cigarette in one hand and a cold bottle of beer in the other.
Around him, his men lazed in the sand; shirts off, boots half-laced, rifles propped against beach rocks like forgotten tools.
They were soldiers of the 12th Panzergrenadier Regiment, stationed near the Gulf of Gela, the place every intelligence officer swore the Americans would pick when they finally came.
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