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Every day Lieutenant Michael Fathom sat at a long mahogany table and spoke into the microphone. "Do not fraternize." Then his voice woudl become uglier. "Do not trust the enemy. Hate them. Humiliate them." Only he knew it was impossible. . . They were the victors—how could they ignore the spoils of war? They were the conquerors—how could they hate the women who offered their bodies for less than a smile? In this powerful novel, Williams Forrest has caught the chaos, the roiling hatred of a captive nation—an arrogant nation, beaten, defeated, on its knees at last. THIS IS A GOLD MEDAL BOOK |
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