The abandoned Norman village was a flaming rose of no man's land by day. The Germans were just beyond, and could rake its rubble with fire. But night after night U.S. and German patrols wriggled into the village to spy out each other's moves.
Only one building had not been blown apart—the small inn. In its basement were big casks of wine and rows of bottles. There each night went one U.S. outpost patrol. Thither also (at a different hour) went one German patrol. The patrols never met. They spied on, but never surprised each other. It was too good a thing...
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