He looked at the sky. Somewhere, Lolo Andres was smiling.
He closed his eyes and remembered.
Back in the booth, the red light blinked. Rodel leaned into the mic. On screen, a young American private, shivering in the surf, turns to his sergeant and shouts, “I can’t see the enemy! Where are they?”
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He looked at the sky. Somewhere, Lolo Andres was smiling.
He closed his eyes and remembered.
Back in the booth, the red light blinked. Rodel leaned into the mic. On screen, a young American private, shivering in the surf, turns to his sergeant and shouts, “I can’t see the enemy! Where are they?”