James O. Miller - Historical Fiction

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The bitter wind howled through the trees of the Belgian Ardennes, a sharp, biting force that clawed at Captain Thomas Hunter’s face. He hunched lower, the cold cutting through the seams of his uniform. The forest around him was a tangled mass of shadow and frost, the kind of place where silence was an enemy, and every crack of a branch, every rustle of leaves, could mean a bullet in the back. His breath came in short, controlled bursts, misting in the fro