Two brothers from Topeka shouldn’t have been together storming the beaches at Normandy, but there they were, staring at the rapidly approaching sands of Omaha Beach. John grabbed Eddie in a fierce hug. John, the elder, the leader, said, “Stick by me. We’ll get through this, I promise.” Eddie looked at the bluffs and cliffs ahead of them and knew that high ground provided defensive positions that would be deadly to take. Eddie hugged his brother back, knowing it might be their last moments together. . . .
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