...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.
It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.
Competence was attractive.
When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)
It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them
It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and Germans everywhere. Those who remained were firing into the blank pages in front of them. Three languages interwove. The Russian, the bullets, the German.