The Road is a ribbon along the fair, azure sea. It wanders past graves inscribed "This is hallowed ground. They died in the service of their country." It twists up arid escarpments. It streaks, hot and straight, for miles across the desert sands.
The Road is long. It would zigzag from Cape Henry, Va. to Dayton, Ohio, to Paducah, Ky., to St. Joe, Mo. Along its length it is littered with the broken materiel of war and the stiff, broken bodies of German and Italian dead.
At the Road's end last week...