Private Ginger Stewart lay asleep in an army hut in England. His brow was fevered, his skin pale, as he suffered through a strange, frightening nightmare of savage fighting and sudden death.
Ginger’s dream was about a mission which he and his mates would soon be attempting – on the island of Crete, more than fifteen hundred miles away.
And in a strange way every part of this eerie nightmare was going to come true.
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