The Lieutenants: Brotherhood of War
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They were the young ones, the bright ones, the ones with the dreams. From the Nazi-prowled wastes of North Africa to the bloody corridors of Europe, they answered the call gladly. It was their duty, their job, their life. They marched off as boys, and they came back--those who made it--as soldiers and professionals forged in the heat of battle...
the way they thought. Two weeks after the convertible was delivered, Lowell ran into Captain Rudolph G. MacMillan at the Class Six store. Lowell was coming out of the store with his arms full of booze and ale. There was no way he could salute. “Hello, Captain MacMillan,” he said. “I’ll be damned,” MacMillan said. “What the hell are you doing here?” He turned and followed Lowell into the parking lot. The Packard was parked next to a Ford coupe. MacMillan opened the door of the coupe, so that
ASSISTANT CHIEF OF STAFF FOR PERSONNEL The Pentagon, Washington 25, D.C. 15 May 1950 201-LOWELL, Craig W Capt O–495302 Mr. Craig W. Lowell Apt 2301 2601 Parkway Philadelphia, Penna. Dear Mr. Lowell: Thank you for your letter of 17 December 1949, volunteering for extended active duty. A careful review of your records, and the personnel requirements of the Army for the foreseeable future has been conducted by this office. Under present policy, no applications for extended active duty
wanted to go to Marburg. He had no place else to go, and there was no sense putting it off. Kassel appeared to have really taken a beating. He remembered the Americans had come up north to Kassel through Giessen. Out of the foggy recesses of memory, he recalled seeing a communiqué. American armored forces had taken Giessen and were proceeding in the direction of Kassel. If they had done this to Kassel, what had they done to Marburg, which was on their only possible route north? The train
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beers and meet me in the locker room,” he said. He spoke pleasantly enough, but it was a command, not an invitation. When Lowell brought the beer into the locker room MacMillan was coming out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his middle. MacMillan turned his back, dropped the towel, and pulled on a pair of jockey shorts. “I understand you’ve been giving my wife golf lessons,” he said, his back still to Lowell. “Yes, sir,” Lowell replied. “And German lessons,” MacMillan pursued, as he