Quotes from Jeff Shaara

knows where he is now. Not here, that's for sure. Hope the Krauts didn't grab him. Buford…Dammit!

May God have mercy on us all.

The bands were everywhere, close and faraway, a blend of discordant noise. He passed close to one now, a half-dozen drummers pounding away, a sergeant leading them in a rhythm that was no rhythm at all, and behind, men with fifes, squealing out something that had no resemblance to a song.

Too far! Dammit, I need a rifle! But his own men were answering, the M-1s close beside him opening up. "I got one! I got one!" Marley's

Giraud has changed his mind.