Sicilian Escapade A Devil In Eden [Hardcover]

Behold the sub-rosa activities of a unique close-knit military headquarters squadron in the midst of WWII comfortably beyond the battle areas. Headquarter squadrons were sometimes such and had the distinction of allowing its lucky ones a degree of freedom little known to many outsiders. Mine was one of them. As a desk jockey draftsmen in intelligence and statistics sections, and a few others, were in the enviable position of hobnobbing with officers and generals, who treated us stripers with confidence and respect and with whom we, of course, reciprocated. Many were the favors bestowed on us resulting from such comradery, such as extended passes and occasional hard liquor (off the record, of course), the source of which was never divulged to anyone. In this atmosphere, we came to know each other more as individuals rather than as animated wartime chess pieces.