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Liberation Road
By: David L. Robbins , Robert C. ScaereBook Publisher: Random House
Imprint: Bantam Books
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With his acclaimed novels of World War II, David L. Robbins awakened a generation to the drama, tragedy, and heroism of some of history’s greatest battles. Now he delivers a gripping and authentic story set against one of our greatest wartime achievements: the Red Ball Express, six thousand trucks and twenty-three thousand men–most of them African-American–who forged a lifeline of supplies in the Allied struggle to liberate France.
June 1944. The Allies deliver a staggering blow to Hitler’s Atlantic fortress, leaving the beaches and bluffs of Normandy strewn with corpses. The Germans have only one chance to stop the immense invasion–by bottling up the Americans on the Cotentin Peninsula. There, in fields crisscrossed with dense hedgerows, many will meet their death while others will search for signs of life. Among the latter are two very different men, each with his own demons to fight and his own reasons to risk his life for his fellow man.
Joe Amos Biggs is an invisible “colored” driver in the Red Ball Express, the unheralded convoy of trucks that serves as a precious lifeline to the front. Delivering fuel and ammunition to men whose survival depends on the truckers, Joe Amos finds himself hungering to make his mark and propelled into battle among those who don’t see him as an equal–but will need him to be a hero.
A chaplain in the demoralized 90th Infantry, Rabbi Ben Kahn is a veteran of the first great war and old enough to be the father of the GIs he tends. Searching for the truth about his own son, a downed pilot missing in action, Kahn finds himself dueling with God, wading into combat without a gun, and becoming a leader among men in need of someone–anyone–to follow.
The prize: the liberation of Paris, where a ruthless American traitor known as Chien Blanc–White Dog–grows fat and rich in the black market. Whatever the occupied city’s destiny, destroyed or freed, he will win.
The fates of these three men will collide, hurtling toward an uncommon destiny in which people commit deeds they cannot foresee and can never truly explain.
From the screams of German .88 howitzers to the last whispers of dying young soldiers, Robbins captures war in all its awful fullness. And through the eyes of his unique characters, he leaves us with a mature, brilliant, and memorable vision of humanity in the face of inhumanity itself.
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| Title of eBook: Liberation Road | |
| Release Date: 12-18-2007 | |
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| Publisher: Bantam Books |
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Liberation Road
Chapter One
september 15, 1944
The search for his son stopped here.
Ben Kahn toted up the sum of the young man standing in front of him. Well fed in a starving city. White-skinned and clean where millions lived without soap. Clothes expensive and dark. The long occupation, the fight for Paris, a nation's hunger-none of it had marked him. He'd flourished.
Ben waited while black eyes added him up, as well.
The boy shrugged. "You got me all wrong, Pop."
"Don't call me Pop." Ben winced. A pain in his side threatened to rip open. He put a hand there to hold it in.
"S'matter?" the boy asked. "You got no stomach for business? That's all it ever was-business. Everybody did it. Get serious."
Ben felt unsteady. He reached for a tabletop to catch himself.
His son had been a pilot. That was honorable. A year and a half ago he was shot down over France.
The crash didn't kill him. Paris killed him. Paris murdered everything honorable and good about his son, and he in turn killed others. Ben stared at the monster, traitor, in front of him and thought, My son became . . . this.
The room was a big space, a garage hung with chains and grimy tools, metal rafters and water pipes. A Citro‘n waited under a jacket of dust; for four years no one had worked on civilian cars in Paris, with little gas to run them. The walls of the building were thick, the street outside was a quiet alley. The thoroughfares beyond were still flush with the Liberation. No one was looking for this young man. He was missing. Presumed dead.
"So, Pop. What are we gonna do? I can't stand here all day chattin' about o









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