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223 Pages. There is a three inch crease at the bottom of the front cover and there is a smeared store stamp inside the back cover. Interior text pages are bright, tight, and white. A historically accurate novel based on the men of the 761st Tank Battalion, composed of Black Soldiers during World War II, this outfit was formed because of the concern and prodding of Eleanor Roosevelt, hence, the nick-name "Eleanor Roosevelt's Niggers". From the Epilog - Many years later I returned to France and Belgium and went through the, villages where we had fought. I saw, throughout, the evidence of the fighting. The ugly, squatting, pill boxes now mossed over and gray with age. The remnants of the barbed wire and the patched houses in the villages. I finally went to the Saint Avoid Cemetery and found my men there, scattered amongst the men from the Eightieth, the Twenty-Sixth, the Eighty-Seventh, the Thirty-Fifth, the - Fourth Armored, the Sixth Armored, and other divisions and battalions of the Third Army. I found each of them under their gleaming white crosses. Big Tit, Apehead, Cooksie, West, Ham, Sam, all the others. I went back to where Big Tit lay and I wept. I stayed long beside the white cross with his name on the front. I thought back on the years all of us were together. I and my Black brothers. I thought back to their loyalty, their courage, their fine pride, their patience, their magnificent humor, their dignity, their love of home, their pain back there, their humiliation back there, their striving to be part of this land they loved. Would their sacrifice ever have any meaning back home? I got up. I felt aged, tired. I walked slowly to the gate of the cemetery. I paused to look back once more at the gleaming White Crosses, the occasional Stars of David, and the rich, green grass below them. I looked at the 'statue of the martyred Roman soldier, Saint Avoid, standing high over them. Then I looked at the green forests and the rolling hills which, dotted with small villages, gave a serene beauty to this place. I felt a peace come over me. I knew my Black brothers would rest easier now, for our story would be told . some-day.
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