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... s, France.
The newspaper came bundled in rough string, a copy of Paris-Soir, laid flat across the morning mess crate outside the command tent.
Moreau didn’t notice it at first.
He was hunched over a motor pool report, pencil behind his ear, red grease-pencil marks littering a chart of axle failures and ignition timing delays on the Renault ADRs.
It was shaping into a long day of repair requests and fuel rotation headaches.
Chauvet, boots mud-caked and glov ...
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