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regulars. He’d been under siege and without sleep for so long that he’d
lost all track of time.
“So tell me again, John,” Baker said. “What the hell are we doing here?”
“Saving the French by holding this line. Didn’t you listen to that lieu-
tenant’s briefing, le bâtard who sent us into this rats’ nest?”
“Yeah, right. Guess I overlooked the part about the Krauts trying to
wipe us out.”
Both men were scared, though they tried not to show it.
They winced, recoiling again from the thundering bombardment now
under way to destroy fortifications and trench systems along a twenty-mile
front from Bois d’Avocourt to Étain.
German Krupp howitzers, called Big Berthas, should have finished
the demolition in a matter of days. But both of them were still here, still
alive and holding this line—even though the French fortification at
Douaumont had been captured by German infantrymen.
Chalmers knew it was only a matter of time until the Krauts pushed
them back or overran the allied stronghold here in Alpha Sector. If they
survived the night, their orders were to go over the top at first light and claw
across a five-hundred-yard-wide strip of barbed-wire hell. And if they made
it to the other side, fight the Fritzies man to man with bayonets, and then
bare hands.
The killing zone, Chalmers thought. A suicide charge into no-man’s-land.
Chalmers touched his heart, then pulled a photo of Margaret from his
tunic’s breast pocket. He could make out her features in the sudden glare
of a bomb’s blast. He loved her deeply and felt this was probably his last
chance to look upon her face.
Chalmers felt his friend nudge him. He quickly replaced the photo.
“Seems like an eternity since we enlisted, huh?”
Chalmers nodded. “Maybe longer.” He scoured mud from his rifle
breech with his sleeve. “Sorry I snookered you into this latrine. Rotten
thing to do, Paul.”
“Aw, it’s all right. I’ve always been your shadow. You couldn’t have come
without me . . . just don’t leave without me, okay?” he said with a weak grin.
v
Chalmers and Baker had been neighbors and inseparable pals since they
were still in short pants. Two years older, Chalmers had always been like
a big brother to Baker.
Tall, lanky, and with angular good looks, Chalmers had excelled in
lacrosse in his early years but quit the sport in favor of academics.
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Baker was short and stocky, and though quite smart, he tended to
muscle his way through life’s challenges, having eventually earned his law
degree and joined his father’s practice more through sheer grit than a
scholar’s grasp of jurisprudence.
A year ago, they’d been safe on Oyster Bay, Long Island, secure in the
warmth of their parents’ love and their families’ wealth, power, and influ-
ence. Although he’d recently married, Chalmers still lived in the stone
mansion that had housed generations of Chalmers families. Baker still
lived just down the road with his parents as well.
It was a near perfect world they’d willingly left in favor of this deadly
trench.
Even more than Baker, Chalmers had been born and raised in privilege,
with every advantage of wealth and sophistication his parents could give
him. Chalmers’s father, the man he’d been named after, was a successful
ship line attorney and investment banker. Chalmers’s French mother had
always been a tender caregiver to her son. She was a consummate home-
maker and devoted wife.
She’d told her son, when he was just a young boy, that she’d met his
father on one of his business trips to the Continent. They’d fallen in love
at first sight. He was their only child, and he’d always tried his best to live
up to their love and expectations. He had set a high achievement bar for
himself as well, especially in the field of education.
Most who knew Chalmers described him as being blessed with ex-
traordinary, if not incomparable, intelligence. When Chalmers was only a
few months old, he’d already begun to demonstrate awareness, physical
prowess, and nascent communication skills that astounded his parents
and the family physician.
v
Now twenty-six years old, Chalmers held doctoral degrees in mathemat-
ics and engineering physics from Columbia University. Before enlisting,
he’d been a professor, head of his department, and the youngest man to
hold that job. His students and university colleagues believed Chalmers
was a true savant, the most brilliant individual they had ever known.
He’d never set a foot off the path his parents had planned for him, nor
his own pursuit of knowledge, until the day he’d seen the recruiting poster.
Its patriotic message spoke to his idealism and sense of adventure, and
constituted what Chalmers called the convergence of coincidence—a force
majeure of unrelated events that shaped one’s life, that perhaps defined
the concept of life itself. He believed in the power of that force.
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Chalmers Senior believed that his son’s abrupt decision to enlist would,
“in hateful fashion,” as he’d put it, change the young man’s life, and he had
argued vehemently against it. Jonathan Chalmers had stood his ground—
and now occupied it in the soggy bottom of this trench.
Baker was here too, having followed Chalmers’s lead by signing up the
next day. Both of them now faced another moment of convergence, waiting
for the only thing they knew could ever end their friendship . . . Death.
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to last a lifetime. He promised his parents and his young wife that he’d
come home in one piece as soon as they whipped those Germans into
shape.
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