This is not good, thought Christopher as he looked around him. Smoke lingered in the air from the mortars and gunfire being fired at the landing fleet. Suddenly, they were drenched by the cold water of the English Channel, as a German shell exploded next to their landing craft destined for Omaha Beach, Normandy, France. It was June 6,1944. Wags, Will and Jack had parachuted into Normandy earlier this morning. Had they survived what was sure to be a death-defying jump? He had been down this path before, and the only outcome that was certain was that people died: good, decent people. Their...