
Part 1 The last thing Jesse Hart did before she locked the front door on Birwood Drive for the final time was touch the rosebush…

Part 1 On the Tuesday morning Shirley Caldwell learned the truth, the house smelled faintly of something burning. It was not a dramatic smell. Not…

Part 1 By the spring of 1945, the Third Reich no longer resembled a state so much as an immense collapsing stage set whose painted…

Part 1 By the spring of 1945, western Germany had become a country made of endings. Roads were choked with retreating columns, horse carts, bicycles,…

Part 1 By the final weeks of the war in Europe, the advance had changed its smell. For years men in Patton’s army had lived…

Part 1 In mid-February 1943, the desert seemed to belong to the Germans again. At Kasserine Pass, the Americans had come apart in a…

Part 1 By the late summer of 1944, the map of France had begun to change so quickly that the men at Third Army headquarters…

Part 1 By the spring of 1945, the war in the west had taken on the strange, exhausted quality of a nightmare that had gone…

Part 1 On the morning of September 19, 1944, the fog over Lorraine was thick enough to humble machinery. A Panther commander leaned into his…

Part 1 The photograph arrived on a Monday morning wrapped with the kind of care people usually reserved for bones. Maya Richardson noticed that before…





